Consumed
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constrained by your addiction
suicide kisses and hollowed eyes
death mask flesh martyr twisted in lust the mind is an engine
feeding needs of poison
so delicately so eloquently
beneath the skin within your veins
you opened your eyes
but there's no waking up form this nightmare
can't unchain these broken memories
it's not painted red
but its hell you're living in
it stole your voice
and i'm shaking at the chance
the chance to get it back
this body serves a better purpose
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