Nearby a bitter, and faded strawberry patch murmurs a somberly stink that bribe the souls of the ones who with madness will die.
Her lips covered with a lovely and malicious charm.
For fools will be their trap, for rivals will be their battle to death.
Devilish gaze, dine my heart and make yourself a ritual to brake my most purely thought.
Prey of the depths, addicted I will preserve my senses, addicted to your deadly sweetness.
Your heart like a… Continue
Posted on January 26, 2009 at 16:56 — 3 Comments