Ingression
All clean on the outside
Still empty on the inside
Upon image built my home
Left the bodies, only moved the headstones
The night terrors have come back
I cant sleep I cant relax
The weight of something unseen
Fills the air constricting me
I tell myself that the visions aren't real
That my eyes deceive but my body still feels
Hands and words tearing at my insides
From what's in me there's nowhere safe to hide
These walls can talk and they say horrible things
I am a puppet, vices tied to the strings
Evil spirits grafted to my skin
My depravity let them back in
Jesus save me form the
Seven more
Seven times more
Death at my door
Reaping Sceva's score
Seven more
Writer/s: Jeffrey Woodson
