Sep 2016
Fixated
on your cold embrace,
and the comfort of your calculated whispers,
coaxing me into your paradise;
Enveloped
by your delirium;
Your toll exact:
Release by ruination.
on your cold embrace,
and the comfort of your calculated whispers,
coaxing me into your paradise;
Enveloped
by your delirium;
Your toll exact:
Release by ruination.
(Ireland)
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