M. Hostilis - Last of the Demons

Why are they
So full of hate
They see me like
I'm the last of the demons
Pointing their fingers
Without any reason
As if my existence is
Taken as treason
Detesting with malice
It's they who are tragic
Choke on your blood
If you're hating I've had it
Crossing my path
Disappear you like magick
My mind is a house and
There's ghosts in the attic
Fakest of friends
Make the fiercest of fiends
Lest we forget
No honor among thieves
Next time I'm jacked
I'll be having em bleed
I've got nothing to lose
Nowhere to be free
Pestilence reeks in my
Words that are seized
By the 9 Kings of Hell
Commandeering your fleets
Lay you to rest
In your bulletproof vest
As you draw your last breath
For the Angel of Death
Point all your rage
You can't take me away
My brain is unchained and
My soul is uncaged
Pitiful efforts to
Enter my mind
Will be met with the
Fires where demons fly high
Turning my eyes to
The blackened red sky
As I live with the purpose
To know I must die
Living each day with
More questions and
Sensing the tips of my fingers
With vengeance collecting
Walking unseen as
I live in the shadows
Companions are corpses on
Ground that is hallowed
If you think I'm depressed
It's you who are shallow
I'm one with the
Ghosts and the
Tombstones and gallows
Treading the path of
Misunderstood sinners
Floating on liquor that's
Mixed with painkillers
Pleasure and pain
Always one and the same
Because money and drugs
Have us acting like slaves

Written by:
David Goldberg

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