DEMON UNDER MY SKIN

Masked with my skin to hide his ugliness
Through tiniest pores diffusing dark numbness
To captivate my senses, to turn me a beast
My benevolence and morality are his feast
Hunger lust and malice desires, in me he breathes
Wrath and savages in my mind he wreathes

The creator of my disaster
My demon is my master
God is slayed by the demons under my skn
My demon is a ravish assassin
He feeds me absolute dementia
My bellows in grief is his ambrisoa
A slow sweet venom is his nectar
My God is my own monster
Corrupting my immaculacy
As I follow an archaic fallacy

The creator of my disaster
My demon is my master
God is slayed by the demons under my skn
My demon is a ravish assassin

Nesting under my peels
From under me he steels
And kills my tender touches and gentle spirit
Fading away all my virtuous writ
Defining a fresh meaning of dangers
Screwing and executing strangers

The creator of my disaster
My demon is my master
God is slayed by the demons under my skn
My demon is a ravish assassin

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