Immortal
Just conceal,
All the demons left inside
They won’t hurt,
They won’t bite,
They won’t bring the pain again,
But they won’t take it away,
SCISSORS!
In melted flames!
RAZORS!
Erase the name!
And I’m sick
Of all the baths I took in bleach,
And I ran,
But they came to get me again,
And I watched,
But the incision’s not made right,
And they cut,
And I bleed, and I die!!
In all this mess,
Return some of my bones,
Then go pray!
Then go home!
But don’t return to me anymore,
I can’t care less of what once was before…
ANESTHETIC!
Relieve me, no matter the cost,
PROSTHETIC!
Try to reclaim what’s not even lost…
And I’m sick
Of all the baths I took in bleach,
And I ran,
But they came to get me again,
And I watched,
But the incision’s not made right,
And they cut,
And I bleed, and I die!!
Can you face for once your immortality?
Didn’t declare no war, but doesn’t that makes us enemies?
For in shame, I crawled back in the hole I once came out of
And reclaimed my own place in the world,
NOT TOO MUCH, BUT ENOUGH!!
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