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Who is this voice inside your head, am I devil or angel?
The succubus finally coming to claim you. Am I the
reason for your discomfort, the numbness of your mind?
In you eyes I am the tainted one. The one you could never
hold, mold to you likeness, oh but you tried.
What is this feeling deep inside. Am I just a memory of your
F**ked up reality? A morsel to your whim. But you won't even acknowledge me, acknowledge the sin of your temptation. I was
flesh and innocence lost to your penetration. Your holy views
of morality.
In your eyes I was to blame, the seductress sent by Satan
to claim you. Surround you in darkness, smother you till nothing
but I was left. Oh what a merry sight... a three year old with devil horns.
What is this realization deep inside, is it I the victim of your sadistic game, the victim of your selfish touch. No, that's not me. I am that voice that whispers of regret. I am darkness calling to you in the night, the soothing blackness that awaits you. The pain, the horror, the emptiness bleeding out of me and seeping into you.
Most of all I am the realization that its you, not me that's to blame. But do you think you could do it. Stand up and be a man for once in your pathetic life.
So where is it, my golden song, my apology.
You owe me at least that.
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