Pull Back the Curtains

I’ll let you know what’s inside of me
Pure rage, ill will, and pent-up blasphemy
The virus consumes me, it has control
A blackened heart, next to my empty soul
What are these poisons that flow through my veins?
They’re the only cure for the pain

Pull back the curtains and dig through the crust
Witness the encaged desire and lust
The pleasure I feel, and the pain I produce
It never is real, and there’s not one excuse
The life that I lead and the life I suppress
Why am I consumed by this death?

Pull Back the Curtains

edenker

Joined February 2008

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