A Jail of Flesh
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Now I stand at the edge of this open grave
and it stares at me,
in silence to announce it´s not my time yet.
but for the enemy
who dwells in me.
I feel how the abyss stares back.
Night never falls into these walls.
Bars forged in skin and blood.
Condemned to have to look at the ground
in this hell I am trapped, in this burning white light.
I shall open my veins wide
to impregnate these sick walls.
To corrode the stones
and let my soul go straight to burn in the sun.
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