Dreaded Words of Freedom [16.4.07]

by boo   Jul 21, 2007


Twisted minds eat away at consciousness.
Her voice, like pure beauty.
Take away your sanity.
Dozo...
Dozo...
Dozo...
Take what is mine.
All that i have left.
I don't want memories of your voice...
Pure beauty.

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