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Ronald Walker

Demon Air

there is no need to run away , you've tried this once before-the demons fighting over souls that hide behind the door-a twisted mind is all that i have with me anymore, and as your soul is blackening-grind memories in the floor...your eyes are cold and black again- but i won't let you see, the darkened stain of angel blood that's pooling under me- the souls have been so hasty to reside with me in hell, raise the broken whiskey glass let's twist another tale...i'm drinking your obscenities and chasing them with lies-father time just tripped again upon the painted skies...now wander through my garden full of darkness and despair-my tainted thoughts are spilling out into the demon air.