Disclaimer to the self
Disclaimer to the self
The demons swallowed treasures, replaced hymns with evil deeds scribed in
chicken scratch compositions in the black halls beneath this filthy city. Laced
with shit, this love affair all black hearts, and tragic heights. Keep on
listening to our sanguine symphony. We’ll keep conducting the color of
midnight. When the muse whispers her forked tongue lulls me to sleep.
You must be mistaken my darling. This is not the prelude to a kiss, this is
obsession, void of aesthetics, lacking compassion, a disclaimer to the self,
you sought your god in the tempest of self severed strings hammered out in the
key of X.
This is the new cutting edge. Sixth sense limitations dragging me down. Your
transcendence of nothing has fueled the flames of our choir. This is my
therapy, singing the praises of razor wire.
Embrace the sweet sound of self destruction.
Wield words like knives and razor wire. A kiss goodbye is a kiss of death.
Conducting our ballad with seven broken strings. A sound so sanguine until our
ears bleed. Orchestrating until we bleed.
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