| Greve Is Dead | |||||||
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| My Soul is an empty absenth bottle It yearns for the embrace of sweet dark darky darkness pain is all that is eternal my soul leaves me into the void oh fallne prince such is the fate of the beautifull so young, so wise, so hated destroyed for your beautifull arrogance like the grave i long for your cold embrace to be one with your death loins like a razor blade on your wrist mortal plodding continues onward i feel weak and frail prehaps it's the PCP or prehaps it is my eternal angst the shadows embrace you know and i think i shall soon join you in sleep -author unknown- |
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