NB (1982 / KY)

*tortured*

A million stars brought to life at the setting of the sun
The moon takes her righteous place now that the day is done
Awakened to this dreadful night as the demons stir again
Scratching and clawing their way out to lead me to my sin
Memories burned upon my flesh of horrid faces and rancid breath
With every touch my soul is lost and begging for it's death

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