Garmonbozia

Bear the pain of the day 'til in drink you find sleep
Tormented in both by the ghosts that you keep
Of the crosses you carried you never could speak
The demons you fought to loved ones now bequeathed

Long in the tooth, long in the soul
How you longed for more as you lost all control
Wretched remembrance, your flirtations with death
But we kept our silence, as custom requests

The sun shall set upon your tombstone as it shall set upon us all
Your charnel homily is now our requiem of loss

To escape yourself, you danced with death
To the reaper we all must pay our debts

The succubus in a syringe
Might as well have buried myself along with you



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Writer(s): The Illusory Self
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