deep inside where you bleed the tentacles choke your being and you've lost the mystery of unflinching belief
belief in love came crumbling down you will of faith eroded the way it is the lust of the day keeping you satiated so I scream with a whisper my words mean heresy I won't leave again in september though I have nothing just silence and madness
as I see the tentacles suffocates you where you bleed deep inside your being.
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