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Screaming From The Edge-a collaboration

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My drink of choice,

the inside of a coffin

of a gothic poem, tequila

served with nightmares

yet the dark has no teeth

but screams with a voice,

"What the Hell am I doing here?"

teaming with riddles unspoken

livid nature comes when bidden

greedy intentions come to the front of the skull

it takes a great deal of need to summons the void

pulling inside you with the bitterness of dead

starting in your stomach then goes to your head

plundering your guile

screaming from the edge appeased

inside of your denial

darkness peaks then take pieces of you with it

the bleak has spoken

with tears from a lime

as bits curl up and die inside you

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