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I am the sins, that dance in your head,
I am the monster, under your bed.
Cry for your mommy, yes cry for them , dear
for it will not make a difference, is what I fear.
I was the one, who made you wallow when you were so little,
because then, my heart, was so hollow,
It brought me great sadness,
when they said I was born from madness.
Did you know that you cry in your slumber? You weep and weep,
while over your bed, I do lumber.
Please do not scream, when you see my rot, and smell my decay,
it is hard to look good, when your home is a grave,.
- by EndlessFacepalm |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/02/2015 |
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- Title: Sins That Run Circles
- Artist: EndlessFacepalm
- Description: Just a little something I thought of.
- Date: 11/02/2015
- Tags: sins circles
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