Possesion

[08.26.00] » by Paul O'Rourke

Whose voice I hear within my soul,

Torment fills my head

Each strand of hair stands on end,

My bodies cold, my hands froze

Clutching my heart I feel a weight

A piercing hand to hold my faith

You’ve held me now in this painful state,

Leave me be, I’ve lost all hate

To weak to fight,

I’ve given in

To your dark obsession

You call possession

 

 



 
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