My Morning Thing
The heat raises off my neck
now comes pain and blindness
The openess that was my heart is so full of rage
Murder rains in my head
Lungs screaming but how cares
my mouth is dripping
with the taste of your heart I am open
Im weak and shaking
dont hold back
finish the job
Bleed me now
Rage as you will
smoke all the light
as I will eat your soul
you will steal mine
Blinded by the light that you thought was so bright
Fool the devil said he would come as god.
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