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A monster from my past


His heavy steps created fear on a sunny day
breathing lethal gas did no harm he would not stop
dreams he stole like a selfish demon stray
any smiles to the ground he ferociously stepped

blades with rust eroded his already dying heart
shades from below corroded his sense to care
he couldn't elude the nightmares that drove him insane
no love only pain so this pain he always shared

some decided to stay regardless of the clear warnings
burning his soul from with in he felt the devil calling
his only friends those spooky sounds from within
where to drown and murder puppeteers controlling

how to escape these tormenting cold chains
lamenting the darkness he brought upon souls
he asked for forgiveness on his knees as he bled
all he knew was hurt so his words hurt only said

who created this monster that inflicted so many tears
who is this dead soul who hurt those he said he loved
I see him in these picture of a past not so long ago
It is me, it is my past, but thanks to God my past I had let go

I'm that stranger who prayed countless nights alone
but thanks to God and those I love the house of torment
from my life it has been blown

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