I can feel it, it's starting to happen again,
The inner voices are now controlling my pen.
The concept of time doesn't matter or even exist,
All that matters is this pen in my fist.
With it maybe I can release these demons from my soul,
I fucking hope so, I can no longer afford their toll.
They are tearing me apart, eating me alive,
On my misery, pain, and confusion they thrive.
They're screaming for booze, addiction, and pills,
Anything that renders me useless, anything that kills.
I need to be strong, ruthless and tough,
Gotta find a way to finally say enough is enough!
I think I can do it, I know I can,
They will never again defeat this man!
I'm going to win, the tide will turn!
I dont think so fuck-face, you're gonna burn.
Did You seriously think you could defeat Me?
You are the flower and I am the bee.
I'm smaller but I will always fucking win,
I've grown strong from your meat, making you sick and thin.
You have existed only so that I may live,
Now I no longer need what you have to give.
For so long I've controlled your heart and mind,
Then today a better vessel I managed to find.
Stronger now I'll enter my fresh, new host,
And start destroying another life of which to boast.
You are just worthless shit, waste from digested bread,
For years I've been killing you, now you're fucking dead!
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