June 23, 2003

Posted: May 9, 2014 in sethlestath

A beast inside my thought is about to show, and I’m so powerless to paint it cover. It haunted me for the things I’ve seen these past years, for the curse, and every sin with the richest kiss through the grossing death. And yet, it banded blossom there. As it could bind a scar from a sorrow fate, my life is worthless. But I’m still hoping it’s just a thought passing through my head. Sadly, it’s not.


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