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I HANG BOLTED

UPON THE WALL OF PAIN

NAILED LIKE A TROPHY HEAD

GUTTED AND OBSCENELY SPREAD

FLESH COLLECTOR

HE´S THE GUTTER OF THE DEAD

A CREATURE CORRUPTED

GUT THE BEST OF ME

NOW LICKING THE WOUNDS

FROM WHICH I BLEED

RIPPING MYSELF LOOSE

FROM THE NAILS THAT HOLD ME

STEEL AND RUST LEAVING MY BATTERED FLESH

CRAWLING TOWARDS THE EXIT

ONLY TO REALIZE

I´M SUBMERGED IN A CELLAR

DEVOID OF ALL ESCAPE

AND HERE I LAY GUTTED

AWAITING THE END

TO BE A PART OF A COLLECTION

I WANTED TO BE MY OWN