Soulscream

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Soulscream

A plague on both your houses! Scream I in the night.
And darkness has succumbed my thoughts.
A plague on my house too.
With edged, unsharpened knife I cut the knots.

When thousand needles pinned in to my skin,
And nothingness remain.
A twisted, sick, perverted, yes. But, still
I have enjoyed the pain.

To bleed, to cry and laugh on irony of life.
To scream at the injustice of the world.
My soul is anguished from within,
Although my face is radiating cold.

And voices, with words sweetened of delight,
Are whisper in my ear.
They taunt me, calling to despair.
They seeding in me fear.

To slay them all, to slay myself
I climb up to the cliffs and seer.
Black clouds have opened, cradle me.
And ground is never been so near.

Its soft embrace and loving warmth
My remedy and cure.
The only thing that still remain
For me untouched and pure.

In death I’ll find no peace.
And life to cruel to live.
I don’t regret for what I’ve done.
And answers will not give.

When Judgment Day will fall on me
I’ll proudly stand and say:
“A plague, a plague on both your houses and your names”.
And simply walk away.

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