Demons and Slavery
Demons and slavery are not very nice.
Their Parts on the inside are cold as ice.
The ora and the karma will attach to your skin.
Dont fight the thoughts ok lets begin.
Deep in thought and bleeding out.
Thats hypothetical cant live without.
When you cant stop the flow its coming quick.
Imagine the pain that will inflict.
Living on a mountain and under a lake.
Feeling each part of me start to shake.
Nerve endings separate and begin to connect.
Everlasting life is a secret best kept.
Dreams travel out of cold thin air.
Sometimes you feel like you have to share.
The sick twisted shlt inside your head.
No one really cares tell your dog instead!
Copyright © Mike Grant | Year Posted 2018
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