viernes, 9 de abril de 2010

Your darkness.

Your darkness.

Still the shadows surpassing lights,
everything moves and dies…
beneath your eyes that swallows mine.

Am I dead?
I think I am.

It bleeds and goes
as the rivers running wild,
but the only river flow…
is your mind so sick and lost.

This is your darkness…
and I have none.

Corrupted by desire
you have hell on all your skin,
finally darkness has arrived,
it’s time to make a sin.

-Your darkness-

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