Saturday, September 29, 2012

Spiritual [Post-Hardcore]

forging lies and finding space ships
find your inner soulfulness
a world beyond the universe
plagued by hatred of ourselves

deadly thoughts of killing me
a raven howls like a wolverine
in the night, cold with blood
moonlit shadows stalking me

breaking inside a lunar eclipse
lost of all but cancer cells
terminal diseases rule us all
what to do but pop the pills

when weeping souls, long been dead
rule us near so much as
the terminal disease
so easily spread

when your body dies
the soul lives on
that spirit of Death
it's watching over you

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