Grotesque Part 1
It’s the drops of hell washing over me Soaked in the fires of rebellion here I stand lost in the valleys of my mind Still soaked I drag this sin […]
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It’s the drops of hell washing over me Soaked in the fires of rebellion here I stand lost in the valleys of my mind Still soaked I drag this sin […]
It’s the drops of hell washing over me
Soaked in the fires of rebellion here I stand
lost in the valleys of my mind
Still soaked I drag this sin across my being but still I’m drowned in the hell fire of the heavens
Now drenched in my root trapped by the lust of you
Or is it me? I’m trying to breathe but the air won’t come through clearly
It’s the drops of hell that have eaten away at my skin
Only to reveal the grotesque nature of my corrupted being
The disgusting hill of bullshit piling higher than my meditation last night
It’s truly beautiful each flaw, each curse, each cut, each attempt
Yet I’m still drenched, soaked, wet by the rains of hell still trying to drown me