Vacant is the color of my black heart is the shape of the locket wrapped around my hand still wrapped around the trigger happy memories of something bitter tasting me with silent kisses cover me like plaster walls reminding me of bathroom stalls the car while I taught her how to drive the message through me and my foolish mouth of war was playing with the little girls dresses sitting on the counter clockwise dance steps holding face to face the nightmare of this day to day when you stopped calling out the window pane needs painting this ugly smile on my lips of strawberry milk me for every last wish I wasnt so distraught boy in the corner me and get me to admit her to the institution intended for education lacking like the concern for someone staring at these eyes still fixed upon you looking down the barrel roll I sent us through the tunnel left so vacant is the color of my..
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maelwys:
Yay, someone who's heard of Therion. And damn are those some big guns. If I wasnt at work I'd start singing Skid Row in homage to em.
badm0j02:
its not too scary. you can look if you want 