| Behind his grim eyes, wonders a mind of demise
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| A haven of gloom, hysteria waiting to bloom
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| Eating away at his morality
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| Waiting for the day he finally breaks
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| He chuckles as he fights for his sanity
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| Lurking behind a false gaze, eager, frustrated, clawing at the surface,
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| one stupid comment away
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| The punchline of malevolence, thriving for violence, infernal impatience
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| A rotten mask of hostility his crooked smile leaks a silent stare of sadistic
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| charm and agitation
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| Deep dwelling darkness smothered by laughter, a filthy grin of malice gagging
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| on hatred
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| Damned dirty dickhead soaking in anger a vicious mentality wanting to escape
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| Behind his grim eyes wonders a mind of demise
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| A haven of gloom, hysteria waiting to bloom
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| He, The Goblin of The Soul speaks to himself
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| A cryptic, schizophrenic grotesque, split personality
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| A demented little bastard, pondering savage actions
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| Eager, frustrated
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| Schizophrenic frustration |