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Death Verse For Cutie

Sunday, January 24, 2010






He
says
It as it is
Like a Bitch
He gebiddan
in silver
Walks in vanity
Black rose and letters
Phone sex and feathers

Pink fur, moon is blue
Sun is rising and he is finding
Choosing the riht poison
Cold outside, raining blood
His wish for you
always comes true
He controls you
Apocalypse on 1908
Hardships and mustard
thirty second to kill
before you kiss him
It consumeth
He gives thee hell
In hate with you
Orgasmic death foretell
Its not fair to you
But he is still praying
that there is no god
Save me
Graveyards and emptiness
Only Destruction and innocence
Sexism and Loneliness
Fire blew cold
Dimension of obsessions
It's not eower
time
Red choir singing eower
name
In a church where anti-christ reigns
Everything
in waxed fear
Destroy everything he touch
The thrill of frenzy and fury
He can corrupt eow
make it rain
In a heartbeat
Take the fall
He smileth with pity
before he ends your life
Fallen
engel
cries
Tears of blod unto thyself
Maketh him glorious
Renaissance is hidden
we are not alone here
Just dead men
I love myself
And it's not a sin
Just a death rose for cutie

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Euphoric Intoxication



The fog was cold and Grey
Things were frozen and still
Hands of time were flying
Electricity charged atmosphere
You can smell the euphoria in air
From a mile away it is noticeable
The scent of addiction and intensity
Her voice rang into my bones
Music was excruciatingly sedative
I was feeling high on air
That was full of her personal scent
Eyes hypnotically black and harem
Falling into the depth of the forbidden
Glamorous, Sweetness and sweating
Bullets falls slowly on my palms smoothly
My hear beats like a hammer to my chest
Whenever I hear her voice, its enchanted.
seduced by this magic, under her spell
Addictive, new, attractive, melodic
Like alcohol, when it spreads
through my veins and my blood
When I see her, It intoxicates me
My favorite brand, I can't seem to quit
Got me under your spell, that's true.
I was immune, no one but you got me
I'm Vulnerable, You're my addiction


Posted by Scorpius at 5:18 AM 0 comments  

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