In my lonely embrace I ate myself with rumination
Yet the crowds are the sting I run away from
Humans, noises, demons, voices, they don't end ...
Festering like a plague slowly till deathbed awaits
Some stand tall with their heads held high while some hide in the shadows to take you by surprise
A menacing grin and a haunting disguise
Feeding off my blood they eat me alive
In the silence the chaos resides within my head
Carefully tucked underneath the layers of bones and flesh
The black smoke still keeps engulfing my lungs
The black ink still keeps ruining my pathetic world
Yet there's a familiarity in this chaos
Like a haunting lullaby a madwoman sings to her newborn
It's there and I feel it in the voids of my soul
In the silence it brings me famine yet starving isn't as bad as I supposed..
Not when finally I'm not surrounded by those faceless creatures
The one's who haunt my nightmares staring through the bleachers
It is the crowd that makes me freeze
Where I wish I could fly away with the grimacing cool breeze...
Pick your poison! they said and I chose mine as silence
For humanity is cruel with the demons lurking behind as tyrants...

~Scythe


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