Fuck This Bastard Named Sleep Out of this beastial shroud of sleepFuck This Bastard Named Sleep by ~Skull-Fragment
The raw meat festers in my skull
Who am I and where did I orginate?
What tasks do I have to perform?
Pulled from the wreckage deep in my mind
My body aches with battles fought.
What torments did I face in the dead of the night?
Why can't I remember my suffering?
As my mind makes the torturous shift
Between dream drifting and real priorites.
What did my cage prepare me for?
Was I more liberated inside?
So many questions left to ask.
This weight will not lift lightly.
If I could merge my inner and outer beings,
What greater Might might I attain?
Hand me my smokes, It's time for combat.
Ballad of a Tool Just a shameless boyBallad of a Tool by ~Skull-Fragment
I was your toy
For a few months
Trust
Thought they would last
It’s in the past
We had times
Fine times
Don’t always do
What I should
You didn’t return
What you could
Not that I regret
But
If I could go back
Fix my mistakes
I’d fix you good
I’d fix you good
Artistic 
Sta.sh
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