In the Darkest of Corners

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Numerous scenes of fiends form a gallery
And imitation the highest form of flattery
Substances question his level of morality
And seep so deep in him creating calvary
It steadily bashes him resulting in battery
The ultimate charge for him is immortality
The wailing and gnashing heard is deadly

He readily accepts what has been kept secret but known
And what secretes from his soul is never shown but felt

There is extreme depth to his psyche
He prays those voices die off quietly

To obtain peace, at least, he held off the beast

That feasts on him

Piece by Piece

But there may be a crease

To achieve sanity instead he's filled with vanity

He smiles with the vilest candidly
And the wildest of his dreams seems to be in reach
As he listens to the false prophets that preach

Underlying Tales of a Defiant Deviant Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora