I'm right behind you
I'm in your walls
Saying you're ugly,
Fat,
Too tall
I'm everywhere
I'm in your phone
I like to kill
Things I own
I'm your conscience
Crazed
Confused
I like to leave my hosts
Abused
I'm right behind you
I'm in your walls
Saying you're ugly,
Fat,
Too tall
I'm everywhere
I'm in your phone
I like to kill
Things I own
I'm your conscience
Crazed
Confused
I like to leave my hosts
Abused
I scream at the top of my lungs, overcome with annoyance. I lift a flipper, and shove my brother splash into the icy water. Serves him right. That greedy guy would do anything for the last silverfish.
The storm has arrived;
It’s breath steals mine
And makes
the wind shriek
The storm has arrived;
It smothers my warmth
And makes
The fires die
If we can't be one, then we are none.
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