Overcast
My eye's are kinda overcast ,my mind's a little dark ,my hearing is impared ,and my
shadows try to bark . I'm in a world of make believe my thought's are not my own ,I feel my
blood it boils but I'm chillin to the bone . I am the liveing daylight I'm the darkness when it
falls , Im the blood that drip's and the flesh that crawl's I am a liveing sickness ,my body
try's to breed ,I am the darkened one ,you're flesh is what I need . I try'd to change my life
a bit my heart was turn'ed to stone I'd rather burn in hell than live this life alone .
james stevenson
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