Coming down into the downward spiral
getting pain and a weak invading fear
screamin why to fucking breath if my roted
soul is a dead walking piece of useless shit.
I can't see, can't say, can't hear, can't feel
I'am sick and tired for being sick and tired
I have wet fingers an empty pleasure and
a heart full of sad painful feelings.
She's wishing an "open mind", she's wishing me
to cross the line, to eat the red sliming water
coming out from my skin raped by her fingernails,
biten by her fangs, licked by her pleasing tongue.
Rotten life, puking soul, darkness ghost.
Blood, Fangs, Nails, Stain, pleasure Pain.
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