Wicked
No rest
for the wicked
Time
tested jealously hated
To be
free to roam happily detested
Haters prisoners
in their minds frustrated
Shredding
guitar riffs screaming
High
pitched deafening screeching
Soul
floating beauty is alternative ugliness
Pierce my
skin ink my soul born to offend
For all
that wince take off in a trance
Enveloping
the whole I stand on your souls
Another
attempted inclusion at incarceration
Reach for
the strings metal until blood
Bare my
soul to blind the ghouls
Keep me
from your world insufferable schools
Wicked
delight to live at night
I go to
sleep at morning light
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