~Day jaw voodoo~
Sweaty fingers, dirty hands,
Cant remember were I have been~
Sewn up face, salt taste upon my lips.
pupils are a dilated stuck in a glance,
Clothes a tattered and dripping of rance,
The fog is climbing on through,
Lost in a unseen ocean of blue,
My mind is not where it belongs.~
Scars driven deep in my face,
Lost in a unfit evil grace.~
Skin is a bluish looking past,
Everything s come untrue ~
No blood flows through my veins,
running at stumbled uneven pace,
So goes the life of Day Jaw voodoo~
Inkmaster~
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