Cryptic Remains - Deathworm


OBSERVE THE INTERNAL.
RETINAS BURNED.
BITTERNESS REMAINS.
LIKE DRIPS OF RAIN.
SCARRED EXISTENCE
CRY OUT FOR AN END.
STARRING INTO 
DEATH'S  EYES AGAIN.

 NOW BORN A VOID I'VE NEVER KNOW.
 QUESTIONING MIND FROZEN COLD.
 I'VE ALWAYS WONDERED BUT NOW I SEE.
 A PARASITE INSIDE OF ME.
     
DEATHWORM,
  CRAWLING INSIDE OF ME.
EMOTIONS
  BURNED AS  PRESSURE BUILDS.
DEATHWORM,
  BENEATH THIS WALLS OF FLESH.
CRUCIFIED...
  SPIKES ARE DRIVEN THROUGH MY HEART...
                                                                              deathjani

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