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Friday, February 27, 2015
"Demonic Garden" (ft. The Creep That Loves You & Patty M)
AB Is it the stems, Or the leaves, Telling me, To tie a noose around the ceiling fan, Steping near the area, Try to Contain it, But I don't really think I can, Devil got his hand tugging my balls , Playing rebound, Telling me to forget it all, With like two rounds, I don't wanna load with off into my brain, But the suspense is kicking in, Somebody get a chair and sit me down, I don't feel no restraint, You won't try, But I ain't, About to let you take me away from the voice of god, Begging my pardon, But At least that's what I think, When I go near the garden, TCTLY Twisting, trailing down My hands, my arms, Down my chest, wrapping around my legs, They take over. Each little secret I've hidden all over me, The scars, the stories, the burns, All seen by them.
Everything I've worked so hard to conceal, Long sleeves, long pants, hoodies, It doesn't matter anymore. Theyve seen it all.
Each and every scar, Reopened. All the tears, Wet again. The burns Bursting with agony. But with all that pain, Its freeing. Everything was held inside... But now, These... things They have opened the unthinkable, All of the things inside spilling out uncontrollably. The mistakes and fears that once made up all of me, Its flooding out of me. I'm feeling Lighter.... And lighter... And now I'm finally gone. PM soulless, you are the reason coldness comes creeping deranged and completely changed
put it down put down that gun the bullets that you load when did your heart turn to stone when did you grow so cold? Mistaken, forsaken innocent and yet condemned I'm judged without a jury for the rules that your amend
put it down put down the knife ease your anger and lingering strife I'm not the enemy I'm just your wife
blood it seeps so slow no need to hurry now it has no place to go as it puddles here staining my matted hair a halo of red I shouldn't have stayed I should have fled. Innocent and forgiving I lost my chance of living
put it down, put it down to caring I didn't even cry out when it was my skin you were paring
Such a shame that you turned insane was it booze or pills that twisted your will made you want to kill the one person who loved you most. no matter it's shattered and now it's null like the last scrambled thought in my fractured skull.
I grant you pardon now freed from your demonic garden what thoughts grow in your mind are they still benign weeds like your horrible misdeeds that multiply over time?