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This has become a curious inquisition into my sanity,
one that crossed my mind again last night as i was being held by the hands of sin.
if not a phantom of self infliction, a duchess wishing a sadists wish.
death comes not to those who chase the stars but for those who are their keepers.
wisdom a beggars fortune, lies that of the blind, but then again none so blind as those who do not wish to see.
I’m going to make them feel this black out,
face down, can you feel it? now that’s entertainment.
you too forever passed over, looked over.
faceless in broad daylight imagine how dark your lies have made my heart
come let me show you, come play,
for the sky is bathed in the colors of passion, thus night not far behind.
Scared i am, more of myself than anything that could possibly come out of your mouth..
yet strangely enough you are still here, in your arms i have found a place where feeling again has become possible, its in you arms that i have died again.
does this mean I m delusional?
No merely alive.

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Lilla

Sandton, South Africa

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