What does it matter anymore?
In this place,
The morbid mind,
A soul cries out from the core.
In the dark forest,
Wooden trees.
Wooden bones
Bruising my body.
Soft,
Whisper,
Can you hear it?
Twisting through my mind.
Morbid thoughts,
Ending time.
Spiral of eternal
Suffering
Pain.
A sound,
Harsh,
Bright,
And loud.
Drowning,
Numb,
Poisoned pain.
Drifting away,
Floating on the wind.
A breeze,
Strings snap,
Twisting 'round my throat.
Morbid mind,
Spinning time,
Let me be your puppet.
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~Obey-Me
I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Traded my god in for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G
--
~In nonexistant memory of myself.
May my blood be washed from your hands and my name erased from your mind.
~livingpoetsociety
--
i was running in circles,
i hurt myself
just to find my purpose.
everything was so worthless,
i didn't deserve this,
but to me you were perfect.
--
~Obey-Me
I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Traded my god in for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G
--
~Obey-Me
I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Traded my god in for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G
--
~Obey-Me
I used to stand for something
Now I'm on my hands and knees
Traded my god in for this one
And he signs his name with a capital G
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