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cursed by electric fantasy
hidden in the muffled darkness
growing carpet underneath my ears
the earth explodes in sinful rain
to feed the wildfire in my head
regret clings to my raised ankles as i slide back to bed
my motives slaughtered, i lay here jaded
i can't see a thing through the darkness i've created
it isn't normal for me
you shouldn't let me
don't be so pretty for me
worse than love, its worse than hate
inside a glowing box we lie, wrapped in tortured wire
a world of hate i could never be
a vanishing ember of morality forgetten by the glow
now past my mind resting upon my soul