Under the ashes
Burning and alive
In a saddened heart
Prickling like a thorn
Is it NIGHT or a DEMON..??
With abhorrence
And temptation
Intertwined
In the flames of
Flashbacks
Drop by drop
Dissolving and running
In veins
Like a deadly poison
In a rusty ruin
As the sign of
Dread and fright
Cold as the gleaming sword
In the hands of assassin
Is it NIGHT or a DEMON..??
Swallowing men
Like an accidental death
Free from senses
From the origin of spirits
Till the judgment...
Is it NIGHT or a DEMON..??
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
Under the ashes
Burning and alive
In a saddened heart
Prickling like a thorn
Is it NIGHT or a DEMON..??
With abhorrence
And temptation
Intertwined
In the flames of
Flashbacks
Drop by drop
Dissolving and running
In veins
Like a deadly poison
In a rusty ruin
As the sign of
Dread and fright
Cold as the gleaming sword
In the hands of assassin
Is it NIGHT or a DEMON..??
Swallowing men
Like an accidental death
Free from senses
From the origin of spirits
Till the judgment...
Is it NIGHT or a DEMON..??
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