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Inside the gutters underneath

Into the dark of bliss

I go to where the demons breathe

I crave for where the crass is

A marble face, a heart of stone

Eyes that bleed tears of blood

Even surrounded I'm feeling alone

Im far from them but everything's so odd

Many horrible things behind my steps

I'm probably guilty but have no regrets

Just the bitter finding of what I am

Forever until I scram

Years pass out second after second

I feel Im already beyond

Sensitive but blind to the world

Like a poet without words

I feel joy for nothing at all

Prisoner of those walls

I lie to me and make things worse

just see death coming on its black horse