A horrible thought process full of demise
A thought that the sick wont go up to the sky
Feeding the demons that feast in my head
Your torment to me is all that I dread

Returning to you after all that you've done
Pain to my thoughts that you somehow call fun
A constant screaming inside my head
Your torment to me is all that I dread

The comfort of pain
The comfort all things suffering
The comfort of how
The comfort of how bad my mind is decaying

The warmth of Abuse
The warmth in her mental suffering
The warmth in her lies
The warmth that I am destined to die

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