Grip

Hearing of banshee,
As they bleed my ears,
Lies of the past now chain me with fire,
Deception now drowns me in its sea,
Coming across inwardly preaching the dark core,
The end seems near as I see light disappear,
Irises of mine have now risen at last,
Fangs leaving deep wounds within my many broken hearts,
Moving onward with time I sense nothing at all,
Every touch of on my skin disfigures me,
In hell I felt safe, but here I am frightened,
As the grip around my fate continually tightens.

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