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It hurts to feel a fire igniting the skin itself, It feels like I'm swallowing by death, I feel the monster inside of me, and it scrapes like in a cage, I feel all his rage, He takes possession of my body every night, Every night I tryna close my eyes, But the degree level rises, I try to hold him back but he hits me inside, My soul turns black and at that moment I seem to die, I don't know where my mind goes, It feels like at that moment my eyes close, And all the following is a simple dream, But when I burn, I feel pain and scream, Pain does not exist in dreams, It hurts so much when limbs burn I tried to hold back a monster, but it's uncontrollable. Its hunger is unlimited, and it always craves the souls of sinful people. Because of this, I became an insensitive creature, or, gradually becoming... THIS CREATURE MAKES ME ANGRY I WANNA KILL AND SHED BLOOD, I WANNA BREAK BONES AND CUT, I BECAME A MONSTER AND LOST MY SOUL, I BECAME A MONSTER LIKE A BEAST SITTING IN FOUR WALLS, I DIDN’T GIVE MY SOUL VOLUNTARILY, IT WAS STOLEN, I THINK I'M DAMNED BUT NOT CHOSEN, MY MONSTER LAUGHS MY PSYCHE IS BROKEN, I'M DEAD INSIDE AND MY BODY IS SWALLOWED BY A MONSTER... With every night I get dead, This thing inside me's like a serpent, This kills all sinners, They are like dinner to this, I wonder if I can hold this? BUT PROBABLY, THIS CAN DESTROY ME, I FEEL A BURNING EMPTINESS INSIDE...
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
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