Lost Inside - by Erik Smith

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Crimson upholstery
Stained with lust
Splattered with blood
Ripped and torn
Felt my scorn
On it's side
Upon the floor
There's nothing more
Tilted pride
Angry lust
Monochromatic insanity

You've got it right
We're in this world
It's black and white
This pathetic place
So ripped and torn
So far from grace
In it's wretched form
And there's nothing more
Your tilted pride
My zombie bride
We're lost inside
This planet's hive

 

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