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My angel of death
My partner in sadness...
Rain, cleansing rain...
I fall to my knees atop the rocks surrounding the...
I just dont know how to say ive never felt this...
staring up at you with naked eyes upon your...
Kiss me darling
under the shimmering starscape of a silver moon...
At the spire of a rocky hilltop
Do you see me amongst the tall oaks...
I come from the black heavens above with my blade...
A blitzkrieg of chaos to slay and to feast...
Spiralling into forbidden emotions
Wishing halfheartedly for a way back...
Be a pessimist, that way you always expect the worse so when sumthing good happens you can be extra happy |
If you want to sound smart, just use big words no-one else knows |
Bordem is a powerful force |