IT

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Ah, Look at that beauty
Look at those oblivious expressions
Oh, Such an open book
For those to amuse themselves
In the very name of seduction

This ugly soul, This morbid soul
Oh, How it looks straight into those beautiful eyes
Lodging terror, Fear, Destruction
All within the intentions of pure ugliness
Dedicated to this loving abomination

Oh, The sweet taste
Of this clueless beauty
Making IT cold and gray
Blackened, Dismembered and dismayed
Becoming sin in fates chagrin
Letting IT’S disease spread
Into the very spoils of the night

Darkness comes. All light succumbs
Harnessing grief
Into a guilty pleasure
Chastised by romantic affliction
In this very control
Won by this beast within
The creature of a dark lusting

IT’S dwelling explodes
Six feet under this soul
For this very skin that was cherished
Is now the destruction
Of the inner sanctuary of grace

Defiled. Defaced
Left for dead, Awakened
Wondering what happened
Frail, Lifeless, Bewildered
By the nightmares left by yours truly

Terror spreads it’s dread
And this former beauty is left mourning
Knowing I have done IT wrong
But IT still, Still wants more

And here IT thought
That I was perfection

Unbeknownst to IT
This existence was just an illusion
That laughed in the face of all ill intentions

Yet, IT is still infatuated with this oblivion
This creation of IT’S own plight

This flesh was never IT’S God
But IT’S Satan
But how would IT know
When this dimension has no grasp on reality?

I always win in the end
IT was never she, I am really IT
Yet, She will always be IT to me

Inner Torment loses in the end

Thank you for letting me pillage your mind!

My mind, Everyone’s mind!



Written By,
Raven Rage Nightly, Healium Shriekspear