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by WhiskeyGirl May 30, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Woken demons scream again, I thought they went away too far, calling out come feel me again, they say old habits do die hard. Bringing back the memory, the cold touch of shiny grey, grasping to the memory, and all the words I couldn't say. Drifting away from the world, watching crimson beads fall, sailing away from the world, I hear the demons once more call. Laying hopeless once more in shame, crying to your stone cold grave, woken demons call my name, I'm always brought back, forever a slave. Woken demons scream again, I thought they went away too far, calling out come feel me again, they say old habits do die hard.
