Winter's snarl a bite to your cheeks.
Destruction of pretty, controlling the ugly.
Gashes leave stained crimson stripes trailing across flimsy white.
Fall's deceitful tendencies fool the naive onto the streets of the dead.
Demons and angels chosen for games with the silly.
Branded everlasting you become a lie.
Now, would you run?
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
Winter's snarl a bite to your cheeks.
Destruction of pretty, controlling the ugly.
Gashes leave stained crimson stripes trailing across flimsy white.
Fall's deceitful tendencies fool the naive onto the streets of the dead.
Demons and angels chosen for games with the silly.
Branded everlasting you become a lie.
Now, would you run?
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