Skinwalker from Histories by Fantastic Flying Foelschs

It's so very bleak
I found the ones who feed on me
It looks just like a human soul
But it's heart is nothing but a hole
Time cannot touch this one
It's greed is longer than the sun
We give it our blood
And we rot away into the mud

The shadow of death is here
My life is drawing near
Can't stomach all this hate
The hour is growing late
Did I leave my cage at all
Am I set up just to fall
This is my final fight
If I can make it right (then I would make us)

Unchained, from all this pain
And I will pull this thorn from out of my brain
You can join me there, and you will see
We will live in the sun so wild and free

We can live again

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