My Reality Is A Numb Mind
By Midian
Infected with viral death. Spinning forever down in darkness. Vultures fight for what is left. Hatred thrives on necrotic flesh. Futile screams loosed from burning soul. Foul blasphemy uttered through torn lips. Deeper into hellish pits I fall. Iron cities with fiendish tenants. Tortured eyes sewn wide open. Fingernails peeled away by sin. Final entropy consumes it all. Your hell is my daily reality. So I have grown numb to your games. My mind is an astral fortress. Guarded by daemonic beasts. Fear the wrath of corrupted love. Shattered hopes have given out. Left alone I'll fester forever. But that is fine,I do not feel it anymore. Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 08:17 PM PST, Shayne Robert Nelson 18 • 0 • 1
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"Infected with viral death...."