Feast like a curse.

By Blasthornoxx


Your eyes shine feeble in my blackest light.

Thunder strikes your lips shut with disclosure.

Where is my pain in your forgotten fantasy.

What dost happen upon my grave.

Melangoly washes away the stone like forged ash.

My repentance is like horror sweet nothing to thee.

Nails crave upon your blood, coffins away my spirit has died.

Just follow my blood drops and tears lick your eyes.

My end haunts YOU.
 
 

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