V.S.V?
The reaper
Brandish his tools
Laughing in my face
It was destined, so I know
That does not change a thing
Torture
At the hands of angels
Unknowing of their work
Pleasure
Through vomits relief
But I cannot go numb to that touch
Writhing in painful ecstasy
As the blade tears my flesh
Spilling the blood of a god
Worthless in your eyes
Sheer malicious innocence
As you seal the lid upon my soul
Buried six feet 'neath
The soil you trample with your feet
Oh, those tiny feet...
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Postat av: kajsa
vad betydet alla rubriker?
Postat av: William
Det får du lista ut själv :P
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