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She is drawn to SATAN like an addict to ****** She burns her fingertips, edging them into candle wax, mourning in the absence of Lucifer “Dear valentine “she cries in the stark midnight, she won’t give in this time She licks her raven shot gun, lining all the bullets in the form of pentagram All she can hear is ringing in her head, he has made her weak, Dangly calves, wrists scarred, teeth marks on her neck & heart scattered- Like the ashes of his past lover’s Traits of an incubus, seducing naïve women Toying with their hearts, Masking his destructive tendencies, like a Russian politician Eyes all pleasant lies, lips uttering praises for the rival’s spoken lines Rough *** wont her mind, her heart wont subdue to his crimes She is a fighter, he is a sinner Smoke edged fingertips, lips turning into a wicked glee, bow down to the madhouse queen Insanity is a welcomed relief, freedom from his infidelity Pressing on the lever, pointed directly at his cerebrum “Venomous mind, you should’ve have never thrown your heart in confines, you would have been alive” CRACK! Led by a passage of dead silence, later morphed into scavengers screeching and agile flapping of inky wings.
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
She is drawn to satan like an addict to ******
She is drawn to SATAN like an addict to ****** She burns her fingertips, edging them into candle wax, mourning in the absence of Lucifer “Dear valentine “she cries in the stark midnight, she won’t give in this time She licks her raven shot gun, lining all the bullets in the form of pentagram All she can hear is ringing in her head, he has made her weak, Dangly calves, wrists scarred, teeth marks on her neck & heart scattered- Like the ashes of his past lover’s Traits of an incubus, seducing naïve women Toying with their hearts, Masking his destructive tendencies, like a Russian politician Eyes all pleasant lies, lips uttering praises for the rival’s spoken lines Rough *** wont her mind, her heart wont subdue to his crimes She is a fighter, he is a sinner Smoke edged fingertips, lips turning into a wicked glee, bow down to the madhouse queen Insanity is a welcomed relief, freedom from his infidelity Pressing on the lever, pointed directly at his cerebrum “Venomous mind, you should’ve have never thrown your heart in confines, you would have been alive” CRACK! Led by a passage of dead silence, later morphed into scavengers screeching and agile flapping of inky wings.
i wrote this months ago,maybe in jan.i think this is the craziest thing i have ever written. Dark side feels a lot more attractive when your naive,but when you have tasted it,you want to run.
ivie
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
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