Horror runs through my veins
And dries the tears on my cheeks
Thunder burns at my chest
As I bleed a sickly sight
Eyes lay upon me in ugly light
Drown in the glory of misfortune
Taking my soul onto itself
Stealing, thriving on what I called mine
Grinning nastily with unnatural teeth
Beady little birdish eyes take in the sight
What I lost is never to be returned
Misery swallows myself into the abyss
He watches as his horror unfolds
-Kel Dayheart
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