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The king of darkness called me a year ago, Making me drink rufescent blood from The wine chalice every night. Forcing me to breathe a life overflowing with **** Asking me to breathe The silence in chateau lobbies. Making me listen the wails and the cries of the innocent. Not letting it engulf me further, I darted away from it. But it caught me again. Leaving my nights slumberless. The ghosts haunted me every night, with their shadows dancing on the walls. They called me again today, But this time the king wanted me to taste the garden of death. -Khushi :)
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
Death
The king of darkness called me a year ago, Making me drink rufescent blood from The wine chalice every night. Forcing me to breathe a life overflowing with **** Asking me to breathe The silence in chateau lobbies. Making me listen the wails and the cries of the innocent. Not letting it engulf me further, I darted away from it. But it caught me again. Leaving my nights slumberless. The ghosts haunted me every night, with their shadows dancing on the walls. They called me again today, But this time the king wanted me to taste the garden of death. -Khushi :)
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
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