Mar 2014
Bleed* like me I *promise it will hurt.
That is how I flirt,
I run to sorrow,
I do not borrow...
I rob souls.
Do you accept this dark blessing?
I cannot guess...
but I will stress.
For I am heartless and artless.
There is an endless winter in my heart.
That is how I flirt,
I run to sorrow,
I do not borrow...
I rob souls.
Do you accept this dark blessing?
I cannot guess...
but I will stress.
For I am heartless and artless.
There is an endless winter in my heart.
(Chicago, IL)
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