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Sire of sin, you embody me. Undivine.
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Sire of sin, you embody me. Undivine.
I spent this year as a ghost and I’m not sure what I’m looking for, a voice on a phone that you rarely answer anymore.
This persistent sense of permanence is all I have.
What if the diamond days are all gone?
Find your peace, I’m still searching for mine.
Get me out of this hell.
I have nothing more to offer the world. Put me in the fucking ground.
In broken fragments I see your face, but they fall away and distort this picture.
Crawling through my head, you want me dead, so please just say it.