7 DaysThe Dreamer and the wine Poet without a rhyme And a widowed rider Torn apart by chain of hell7 Days
One Less perfect verse Is still the same old song Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become Will you be there, to take me home
The number seven Fallin' apart for a place in heaven But all I have, is this to say to you I will dream like a God And suffer like one too.
Where will I be When you come for me What can I do When I can't even see The end of you and me
The MasqueradeDemons and fools Such useless tools Devils and Lies I can hear you're criesThe Masquerade
A feast of bittersweet blood Followed by a Gothic Masquerade A Lady in Red And she took me to her bed
Wine mingled with morning light And I remembered the events of the night Do not break our Masquerade To do so, is to accept that you will fade.
Dragon KissHave you ever been inside a flame Have you ever played a burning game Do you know what I want you to do Do you like the way I'm burning youDragon Kiss
I know what will come of this Let me melt you with my Dragon Kiss I may be a liar But you'll set the world on fire
I want you to incinerate my skin I want you to murder my sin I know what will come of this Let me kill you with my Dragon kiss
Would you mind if I killed you Or are you afraid Of the angels that are after you
ChangelingRun, Run as fast as you can They will try to take you back Live, Live, as a man Before they string you on the rackChangeling
You know of what I speak The thorns that tear the mind They want to hear you're shriek To burn you in kind
Such a bittersweet sight Under magic's eternal call In the magical twilight Where the Gods are said to fall
Beneath the starry sky Where dreams are Salvation Please don't die In this land of infinite imagination
Cruelty in kind And the Fairy's laugh You're the priceless find And that m
by *khimaereus
by *Asaenath
NaNoWriMO
Joy
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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You've been a Fallen Angel
Ripped out of the sky
But when your wings were strong enough
You left me behind to die
I loved you more then I could say
But when you left me
It was the setting
Of a beautiful Day
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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no surrender, and no mercy!
BY YOU!! xD
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Free HUGS,
for CANDY xD
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You've been a Fallen Angel
Ripped out of the sky
But when your wings were strong enough
You left me behind to die
I loved you more then I could say
But when you left me
It was the setting
Of a beautiful Day
--
Free HUGS,
for CANDY xD
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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