Rise of the
demons
The call of
the wild
Hearts
Pull at my
strings, mild
Trying to keep
me apart
In pieces
never to recover
I’m starting
to believe you don’t want a brother
Waiting for
me to exhale
To remind me
I fail
Then laugh
when I fell
Down, out
comes my yell
As I see my
prayers don’t make it from hell
Holy water
evaporates
Into minerals
In my
potential
This story
is identical
To one
written before
Escaping my
own hell
Battling the
war
To my
shackles I repel
Drop them at
the gate
Watching
shock and fake tears of joy
Drop from
your eye
Oh boy
You never
seen water works until a fake cry
Watch m
fail, celebrate my down fall
Toss your
hands and bawl
Let your peripheral
see me in hell as I brawl
From my
release
Tossing two
fingers to this life
Peace
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