Don't let me soak in thy dream
Don't even send me letters nor thy purple screams
Thou Art the wind that blows
Through the forests of lost souls of some broken holes
Smell of sadness on thy lips' pinky shades
Shall I seek it? Or just leave it so it fades
Thy majestic horrible mind, made a trick of glorified love song
I loved that song, with every and each cell of my heart and mind
Thou possessive sacred *****
****** the blood of my vessels
Into your glass of thy muscles
To impower the brutal heart of thine
Never mind
When I die
I will be fine
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
Don't let me soak in thy dream
Don't even send me letters nor thy purple screams
Thou Art the wind that blows
Through the forests of lost souls of some broken holes
Smell of sadness on thy lips' pinky shades
Shall I seek it? Or just leave it so it fades
Thy majestic horrible mind, made a trick of glorified love song
I loved that song, with every and each cell of my heart and mind
Thou possessive sacred *****
****** the blood of my vessels
Into your glass of thy muscles
To impower the brutal heart of thine
Never mind
When I die
I will be fine
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