The Confusion of Infliction
I must admit dear,
evil survives within my head,
Monsters in the corner
all painted shades of red.
They walk among us
yet you'd never know they're here,
Spirits in the wind
leaving whispers in our ears.
Screams ringing in the darkness
forever leading us astray,
Replacing all our colored memories
and fading them to grey.
Laughter all around
but we are alone,
Strangers in this house
but we're without a home.
How could it be raining in this place
when the ground is made of fire?
You can blame it on us
blame it on our desire.
A world full of broken hearts
means it's made of filthy flesh,
They have our love guarded
behind black barbed mesh.
They smile at our pain
with a twisted form of lust.
Forced into the darkness
to breathe an ancient dust.
Is this love or is it pain
that they keep inflicting?
Should I have joy
or should this be sickening?
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