A nest of rage upon my soul
Desiccating in it whole
As it dehydrates, it takes it's tole
as a nest of rage upon my soul
A disease inside my brain
Planted, aroused, a growing pain
Rip the roots, but it remains
a disease inside my brain
An empty heart as an empty plate
Lick away all vain and hate
Eat it's filth of inexplicable fate
from that empty heart as an empty plate
by written Dhatura
dhatura.net
myspacemusic.com/dieyoungbeloved
photography by Mat Conrads
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