What is love but the dark shadow of pain. She has stained my soul and left her mark on my heart. An open wound is my life. A spark that is a flickering with the strugle to stay. I wait in my world for my dark angle. I wait for her to tear my flesh again to send me to my death but never to...
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Skulls and bones, rocks and glass, I have lost my soul to a piece of ass.