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…
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Posted on January 26, 2009 at 16:56 — 3 Comments
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just to lest u know i killed the emo time and let the darkness touch my heart with a somber delight.
ho r u?..
you listening metal bands..
i saw them in the summer and i have to go this time
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