Pain is another of your names,
I screamed it when I called you,
sinking within this shell of who I was,
of who you knew me as,
plastic faces to hide the tears,
liquid feelings they shed so clear,
fornicated with my inner self,
silence is felt,
fate is dealt,
by my hands,
by my sin,
the place I’ve always seem to be lost in,
that place within,
shatters images of yesterday,
but in the end you’ll see,
this was all I was meant to be,
the person you could never see,
the man who was really me.
Why become a Fiend?
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