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2006-06-08 Little*Darkness: What fools game is this?
Broken hearts and slit wrists.
Love, fucking, love.
Child born, child sold.
Minutes pass, lead turns to...
never gold, just acid lies
Bleeding deep, so deep
fear burned skin.
Where is now?
When is end?
Dark blue eyes reflect orange
skies of loathing deep
raining sea, blank goes mind.
Written words, crimson hair
I'm so scared,
and I don't know why.
I never know.
Death's ashen visage,
Pale skinned horse,
Crackled voice,
Where is why?
Who is end?
Bless-ed fiend
rapture devil
twined tails
and spiraled horns,
cut the breath
drop the pen
let the weakness
filter in.