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Inside the Head of My Own Shadow

alone so cold in the darkness of my dreams, 
dying from this world as the angels scream, 

bleeding from my soul, as they make me suffer, 
voices of the demons,as they talk to eachother, 

in the corner of four walls,as the night falls, 
my flesh burning my skin,as the spiders crawl, 

blind to the people that were suppose to love me 
like ashes in the wind, in the air, i was nothing, 

my face burns away everytime i cry, 
so i lie to myself,knowing im gonna die, 

shadows in the night,darkness eats me away, 
in the midst of time, i began to decay, 

waking up in sweat,as i loose another battle 
so i continue to fight, Inside the head of my own shadow.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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