In my heart, that barless prison.
Discoulours all with tunnel vision.
Sick and weak from my condition,
This lust, this vampyric addiction,
To her alone in full submission.
Cold was my soul,
Untold was the pain,
I faced when you left me,
A rose in the rain.
So I swore to the razor,
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith,
Be pushed through my veins again...
Vent work. Everything's good now though.
;; ...
It's alright. Things are fine
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Heh...
That'll probably be the last edit I make. I didn't realize the ground was visible until I was it @_@;