Caricamento in corso...

Fear Sphere

This is my special sphere
I’ve bound myself with special with chains
I swear to never, ever leave from here
and to forever fester in every single one of pains
 
In this special sphere
The air is akin to black tar smoke,
to breath in this sphere is the same as to choke
 
I have here the
old traditional demons
The same old demons with newer,
more sophisticated weapons
 
Each weapon is
specially designed for me
I’ll fight for the rest of my life...
how hard could this really be?
 
I’ll sit here on the floor
in the dead center
and I’ll cry if I am perpetually defeated
But never surrender.
 
These inventions of mine–
voluntary torture, elective misery
I’ve questioned, and scrutinized over and over
then ignored the obvious and labeled it a mystery.
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