Walking the earth day to day,
night by night.
Starlight moon bright.
Everytime your tears of darkness pass the
light they burn a hole in your cheek.
Itching beaneath the surface of your
skin it begins to burn as you
peel your flesh from your bone.
Bare the pain your screams are tunes to my ears,
spare your prayers for the weak.
To be blessed first is one to be cursed first.
The universe seems backwards all is quick to realize
not you but life is in reverse.
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Shadowcaze
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