156/Silence - "No Angel"

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This distance is persistently drilling.
I proceed to push away all that has ever been gifted and the wishes are spilling.
I can see my presence fading out and only if I listened I could fix this incision.
Draw the pain away and drown everything in my existence just to rinse this revision.
Feeding into what’s been eating at me. I must seem to miss this more than bliss.
Is it killing all that's left alive inside? I feel like this isn’t living.
Will you listen or fill it up with something that’s above.
the constant plagues that keep on haunting me, following.
Calling me to the offering underground.
I can breathe. I can see.
Weakened, defiled, and faltering.
The fucking taste is hollowing.
Causing me constant destruction. Carnage seeps into the veins of hostile fiends.
Fostering all of this hatred harboring within decrepit carcasses.
Cold as this coffin constructed from my sins. It feeds infections under skin.
Thick and thin. Wearing me into lifelessness. I feel the friction.
Tear at limbs. Broken hymns.
Pray for me and all my friends.
Waste away as I did.
I can see I’m here again
Giving up.

Visions tend to make my decisions leading me astray and leaving me with lack of ambition.
In an instance I’m hidden underneath. It just repeats and rips a piece from my soul.

And still, there’s no fucking angel here. Only fear. Testing my senses.
I adhere to the clenching grip. I hear only tears falling in fashion. Death appears in the shadow.

Tempting me. Testing me.
Clenching teeth. Severing.
Tempting me, testing me.
(I’ll turn away. I’ll tend the grave)
In the end.

Hands filled with hatred, so cold.
No one left to sing to.
I don’t care at all.



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