sábado, 7 de noviembre de 2009

Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced, when you left me
A rose in the rain...

So I swore to the razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again.

Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition.
This lust, this vampiric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better...

NympheTamine

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