I cover it up skin
Cover it up with sheets
I hide it till it's no more
'A Memory'

They say it's easy to forget,
But time erased nothing.

-ihzi

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There's a building deep in the woods
With cracked walls and thatched roof
She cries within a room they say
For may be she's been possessed everyday
Stuck in the prison, poor girl
No excorsim or medication she needs
The mental asylum is not her place
Trapped in the screams of mad
She screams for justice
For she lost her dignity the day
She lost herself in the woods
And it weren't the wolfs that killed her soul
It were the werewolfs.

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MY LAST VOODOO DOLL

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HER NIGHT

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<CLOSE TO DEATH>

It's that grosteque hour of the night when it all happens
A gargoyle silhouette under the moonlit sky
Questioning me if I deserve to survive yet another night
Grinning maliciously as if it's prophet of Thanatos.

And it crawls up on my skin forcing me to open my eyes wide
Sweat droplets on my forehead drooling down tracing my nose side
I fear the fear as it travels up all over my spine
It's that grosteque hour of the night when it all happens.

I get up and hold my sheets tighter as it grasps my neck
Rolling it's disjointed fingers digging those plastic nail deeper in my throat
Oozing out blood till my voice gets choked in that vaccum as I see
A gargoyle silhouette under the moonlit sky.

And it's shadow rolls around me, locking me, compelling me to summon,
Giving me scorching chest pain and constant heart palpitations,
And when I seek for help it whispers I don't have anyone
Questioning me if I deserve to survive yet another night.

The air in my room freezes blocking my nasal passages
And as it gains monopoly over my mind, I hold the knife
It recedes under the bed leaving three blood drops on my sheets
Grinning maliciously as if it's prophet of Thanatos.

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< HER PLIGHT >

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Some muffled voices held in the air,
Tears of fury wetting the curtains,
Dust on the window sills sticked as grief.
'Cause you sold out our feelings today,
And I don't know how to
handle this avalanche of breakdown,
For should I lock "us" in this room
Or let flow everything out of the window?

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// JUDGEMENTS //

There's a demon that crawls up on my skin,
Scratching it peeling it off, showing off my vulnerabilities.

Spectators like parasites eating me away slowly,
A few words they shoot and I lie down in depression.

Like a dead corpse I let judgements destroy me,
Until my soul evaporates in the air of desolation.

Thoughts of existential crisis condensing on my parched face,
As every midnight my skin evaporates salt water.

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