OCTAGON SPIKE SWALLOWER LYRICS
The walls seem
To match
The colour of
What is flowing
From your chest
And running wild
A vibrant soul
Whose only goal
Is to twitch and die
A wretched spoil
Writhing in
Its own waste
I waited so long for you
As you waited here for me
Then I welcomed you with
A closed, spiked glove
Poison in your veins
The taste of metal on your tongue
The guilt of wronging
A feeling missing in your heart
Swallow me...
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