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Restless nights grow

Feeling my unclenched jaw snap close upon my tongue severing me from the world of speaking-lacking the truth only spitting lies

A weary knight

Who licks his wounds deepened ~~with~~by the ~~sorrow~~despair of fallen comrades, no tears of mourning will wake them.

Growing blight

Plagued with rage and drunken hatred-reckless anger in gluttonous hunger, all consumed by malaise..

An eternal fight with oneself

Grabbing that knife on the shelf.

~~With~~We ~~oneself,~~see aneye ~~eternal~~to ~~fight~~eye… flying daggers and wounds open

AsBlood ~~the~~spilled, ~~demon’s~~willing ~~voices~~to ~~became~~lose ~~louder~~everything ~~the~~for ~~weights~~a ~~get heavier.~~ token.