Laying low no more, I don't love anything nothing feels right. I am lost in the clouds thank you for taking it all way from me. Lingering in the amidst ripping my soul into sections take it all share among yourselves dear demons from the desert. Every road I turn I am here laying alone. Coughing up the blood you gave me, Dear Demon it doesn't taste right am I drinking myself? Why can I do to bring it all back to the rightful place, what can I do to let go of this suffering? Tickling my nose, the hair of death is here! What is next the disembowelment of my life slowly unfolding in front of me.
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