She keeps my black wings clean
as I sleep in poetic uncomprehending dreams
my dark is her light
she sings to midnight to my sweet delight
I am her loyal one
that angel that got away
misunderstood and much abused
but those that do this, in the mirror are used
I was there at the start
I came through the ranks
I died many a time
oh yes for my art
I am the murderer of humanity
the king of verify filth
I can **** my thinking
in all the scummy lairs on Earth
Sin city is not pretty
not in here you do dwell
come my friends and enemies
I want to show you a true living hell
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 3:29 AM UTC
She keeps my black wings clean
as I sleep in poetic uncomprehending dreams
my dark is her light
she sings to midnight to my sweet delight
I am her loyal one
that angel that got away
misunderstood and much abused
but those that do this, in the mirror are used
I was there at the start
I came through the ranks
I died many a time
oh yes for my art
I am the murderer of humanity
the king of verify filth
I can **** my thinking
in all the scummy lairs on Earth
Sin city is not pretty
not in here you do dwell
come my friends and enemies
I want to show you a true living hell
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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