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by perfectnonchalance Feb 23, 2008 category : Dark, fantasy / fantasy, mystical
You, Your riding off the railing And falling in my cravings. Drowning in the thorns of tears As if it were rain. I know it's a shame That seduction is to blame. But I can't remember the day The essence of my lament was derived. Oh, what a nightmare Whose face you have addressed I call forth another victim Whose eyes have been bloodshot. I sense the smell of darkness As I wrap the noose around And harness your cold neck. Waking over there, It's that question. Now comes the sleep, Oh what have I done?