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A man of liquid emotions, fed off of desire. Until he began to drown, in euphoric waves of fire. Fear fed the flames because of older burns, that he had once suffered, and lessons never learned. Lashing out in every direction, to fight for what he needs. Like a blind viper strikes the air, for anything that bleeds. Falling behind, gnarled and seething, when push came to shove. And so he bit, because he couldn't forget he once was injured by love. But change was in the autumn air, and cleaned him of his hate. I hope this came as a reprieve, and not too little too late. None of this was aimed at you, I am trying very hard. Because I was once injured, by someone else's scars.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
The Devils Surrender
A man of liquid emotions, fed off of desire. Until he began to drown, in euphoric waves of fire. Fear fed the flames because of older burns, that he had once suffered, and lessons never learned. Lashing out in every direction, to fight for what he needs. Like a blind viper strikes the air, for anything that bleeds. Falling behind, gnarled and seething, when push came to shove. And so he bit, because he couldn't forget he once was injured by love. But change was in the autumn air, and cleaned him of his hate. I hope this came as a reprieve, and not too little too late. None of this was aimed at you, I am trying very hard. Because I was once injured, by someone else's scars.
-RoTh-
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
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