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Self DestructionThe slow desecration of the soul; The chill of the winter in our bones; The wreckage that is our organs; The decomposition that is our skin.Self Destruction
The taste of toxicity on my mouth, Feeling the conflagration caressing my throat. Body wrenching in protest, The acid makes its attempt to convulse through.
The sultriness flares against my mass of decay, Haven't you realised I'm the one to make me pay? Depths are meanwhile urging, needing to be made, Surrendering to the power which is self contained.
The exterior of this is to be scraped away; It is to ooz
by ~AdamApocalyptic
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- Current Residence: Nottinghamshire, England, United Kingdom
- Favourite band or musician: Acid Bath, most likely.
- Favourite genre of music: I like many.
- Operating System: Debian testing.
- Tools of the Trade: My favourite to use would just be pencil and ink (as in, e.g, fine liners).
- MSN: adam.nelan@hotmail.co.uk
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