“Demons”
Can’t rest my brain, when I’m filled up with pain
When there is pain, it needs to be slain
It needs to be gained
It needs to rain on this innocent face
Because I’m drained, you gained
Red running through my veins
I can never be claimed
My soul is trapped in a chain
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Author:
julianogollo (
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- Category: Spiritual
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