You know of peril, you say
But do you?
In the crown of magenta…fluid death
Drinking in it's glory with a choir of sunken souls
And it's eyes reflect the netherworlds
But oh, how I like it's opium stare
Call me lucid in a strive for agony
Call me monster
And I'll cheer you from beyond the grave
But always find my way back
To kiss you again
And hold
'Till I sell you damnation
As if I didn't know your innocence
So I can make you
In the atonement of forgetful pain
To misconceive life
And go
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Submission Name: Bean Sídhe
