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mazes purr ⚈ bedside seraphim  ⇎ mikano edit / ookinkeigiku flip / ​​​7 ʘ​​ 7​​ ʘ 7 remix

https://open.spotify.com/track/1X62tgcR8sLncNSwtY0CLI

，．⍟〉〔☃☂☂，．⍟〉〔☃☂☂☀ ススススス)

leave me

​​ūdens skūpsti : but your kisses tastes like water

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dubstep pop trance extremely  addictive, merge darkwave hip hop feel in sexual infused glitchcore, nu metal beautiful but creepy death march vibe Vocals, slow funeral drag seductively blended terror with  music, vs world war 2 violence, distorted drop D tuning sinister power guitars, snaps kick d coffin, slams sub-bass tar lungs breathing monotone rap-growl verse lyrics, countdown to existential dread building glitch drops chorus opium scraping venom drip reverb androgynous male deep wail choking intensity raw release bridge heartbeat anxiety whispers, looping memory static cry disorientation horror disconnected outro fade dripping revenge 2 beats extended slow fade-out end reverse back, ashes static eternal trauma dubstep beat drop leaking unresolved torment, nightmare spooky dystopian, apocalypse, violent scary vibes alien otherworldly alternative rock, blend goth core rap with mental visuals flask backs invasion holds fear, hope, suffering helps alters Inside dark

A place where light can hide, intrusive thoughts of suicide and a deep love  

The soul that was ripped apart, I hold in this vessel dreaming,

 For all my Scars and burns that run deep over my veins I must confide,

So my sights so empty I can only feel of moments that breathe, 

 So the edge of this knife, 

Cuts out the parts of the damage I hold, I pray to god they die with me,

Which I can not find relief, from the nightmares that rape my mind,

 Hollowing out myself, 

Just to walk among the living,

Disconnected, shapeshifting, wearing a mask of many smiles with blacked marble gloss eyes,

But underneath that mask 
Drowning in the mist of desire, 

Seeping in the blood of forever,

Standing to the angels of devour,

Bleed to sacrifice the inner child,

To awaken the monster of power,

Bred within the indulgence of a poppy flower,

I see the needle prick, bruises in the strawberry garden,

Resting in the hands of God's the goddess of sleep consumes the angels  of monsters,

Lost in a river of reflection so death strays to break its wings to relieve the trauma,

Bombs of memories fill my head, 

Flashes of pain scars my mind ,

a sadness blended with madness , forgotten to the times of endless existence,

So I remind myself I am alive in the fields of transcendental resistance,

To walking away to rise above the land of the living to run in the fires of hell,

It flows through my blood, 

Swimming in lost memories,

Shocked to the system my soul replaced with a gem of the divine,

So bored to the reality of the basic tastes of the senses of the reanimated, brings my senses passed the land of the living, breathing, Standing up to the demons of earth

Spiting in the face of the devil as the poppy flowers dance around me 

Drowning me in the bliss of the dawn of morning, eyes opening to the lies of the wicked to leek out the influence of the liquid death
Is the mask of the dead child , 

Now the man transformed into the chameleon  of flowers to the beholder,

  The child that was once my inner self ,  

That's been lobotomized, from the hands of the adversaries, 

For every time you screamed at me, for every time you beat me,

To the false feeling of love being used when you got to close to me,

Just to be ripped away by the infidelity but thankful you where destroyed ,  

 For I lived through a waking hell, 

From being tortured continually abandoned looking for love in the abusive void, 

Used sexually like a doll in a barless cage,

 A torment enduring the shame of feeling anything at all

The shame of having emotions,

 That bleed all over the floor, from the loss of my innocents,

Cradled deep below inside the dawn of my memory ,

I find myself crying to the sounds of the breaking morning,

As sleep is the enemy I must reflect on this,

Shattered like a church window,

The glass that is as stained as my soul 

Fractured but not lost forever

I one day will be whole  

Even if the pieces don't fit perfectly,

Abandoning Goddess

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