An Accursed Grin

Inside me shrieking like a banshee, dark shadows hold an accursed grin; Old wounds are licked fastidiously; Always wreaking havoc painfully, squirming below my butter soft skin; Inside me shrieking like a banshee; My darkest demons they run madly and feed on that deeply buried sin; Old wounds are licked fastidiously; Any who harbor them would agree it’s easy to tell where they have been; Inside me shrieking like a banshee; They taste just like insecurity; You can feel it before they begin, old wounds are licked fastidiously; No matter how I try I can’t flee they’re that part imbedded within; Inside me shrieking like a banshee, old wounds are licked fastidiously.