“Magnet of the Unsound”

Darkness, decay.
Malevolent gray.
Dawn fastforwards to night.
Kill with kindness.
Eternal blindness.
Never asking for a fight.

Let the damaged come to me.
Maybe all there’ll ever be.

Blistered triumph.
Joy now fleeting.
Indecisive and defeating.
Pushed away.
Rejection searing.
Attraction’s faceless love endearing.
True confusion.
Brought to surface.
Convalescing without purpose.
Bash my brains.
And gouge my spirit.
Ripping, licking pain, endure it.

Let the damaged come to me.
Maybe all there’ll ever be.

Dartboard heart.
Just fire away, the pin hole wounds.
Rot on display.

Gash me, splash me.
Paint in blood.
Deceptive pleasure from above.
Ruptured, bleeding.
Foolish needing.
Choose the broken, always leading.
In the darkness, I will fester.
Lies, they’re yelling.
Death sequestered.

And let the damaged come to me.
Maybe all there’ll ever be.

I will fix them, I will save them.
I can fix you, I can save you.
I will fix them, I will save them.
I can fix you, I can save you.

Let them come to me.
All I ever see.
Broken, jigsawed, headless, lifeless.
Let them come, for I am eyeless.

Let the damaged come to me.
Maybe all there’ll ever be.

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