For a hell in disguise and a life lead inside a true misery,
i'm rediscovering,a realm so unparrallel,
an outer hell of long gone history
i force a will to hesitate, but can't escape blissfully,
but manage to be captured in by such blizzardry,
oh what a mystery!
A reality of no release,
i would not of faced this dream intentionally.
in a second my life got taken away
as the clouds in the sky is the trace of decay
a slave to the wave,
in my mind, inner cave
my afraid, my dismay
turns to pain, burns my face
but my name rests the same
yet my eyes bleed today,
oh this day!
oh this day!
agiain i am the renerade!
i run for the gun as it waits to slay,
a game to the end is a waste of shame
a labyrinth gaze,
my answer explained
the phantom's amazing escape was in place,in play-ing!
while slaying the crave for the flesh,destroy-ing,
the warrior's worry!
the old woman's story,
displaying the flames of da---mi---en,
the end of my fairy, my scary,my life gone story.
As told by the only, the mystic old woman of story orgies.
in killing myself,i'm in hell tortured
repentful i am, and so full of remorse,
though there is not one way to return,
to the life worth curse, of distorted new mornings.
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Submission Name: The silly basis of my story
