An elusive occurance in perdition’s shine left me burning vain curtains to see what’s behind. And your surfacing hand reached for my neck to pull me down into the whirling depths of your waving bed. And your self-serving acts frame the assumption that the worst heart of the world does not permit itself to be read. And with every little sting you’ve put inside my flesh I admit that I adored the worst person I’ve ever met. I cherished all illusions deep in your nightmarish eyes. They fed my blooded sympathy until every emotion died and left me yearning continuously for a dethroned love but your malevolent nature abused my trust.
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