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~ Step into the parlor The fires spent, still burn Painted in the faded tint Nightmare shades to turn Broken slabs of conscience Rotted to the core Splintered in a thousand words Never heard before Gears abide the grinding Slapping to the beat Shards of incandescent lights Flavoring the meat Slicing as you swallow Whispering refrains Caught like someone else's fate Filtered through the shame Dressed along the hallway Mirrors shout their fear There among the carpet stains Distant as is near Gasp for all you bother Feast that final breath Blood shall ring the butlers call Long beyond your death
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
Blood shall ring the butlers call ~ A dark one for Madalyn
~ Step into the parlor The fires spent, still burn Painted in the faded tint Nightmare shades to turn Broken slabs of conscience Rotted to the core Splintered in a thousand words Never heard before Gears abide the grinding Slapping to the beat Shards of incandescent lights Flavoring the meat Slicing as you swallow Whispering refrains Caught like someone else's fate Filtered through the shame Dressed along the hallway Mirrors shout their fear There among the carpet stains Distant as is near Gasp for all you bother Feast that final breath Blood shall ring the butlers call Long beyond your death
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
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