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I lay upon a bed of thorns
his ghost press's me into thorns

My hands and feet are chained
by razors that burn memories
into flesh of scars

His eyes are empty like
the devil ,his lips linger like
decaying bodies as if his sinning
soul is rotting

I lay upon this bed , unable
to move as thorns pierce my
flesh on thy bleeding back

He is the devil's demon,I'm much of
his victim..That will die with no mercy
from his attack upon me

I now lay lifeless,my eyes wide
open staring out to the world that
once was before me

I'm now his victim

by bex


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