Παρασκευή, 15 Φεβρουαρίου 2019

I close the door in my imagination






Secondary spine,
incisions must be accrute
I know just what to do 
Her beauty so illogical
The beast come gliding in
Hideous chameleon stripped down
Dance to the burning
flame Pleasure exhumes the pain
The night bursts into flames
A chill runs up your spine
It crawls into your brain
The freezing touch of fear.
And walk the streets among mortal men
They hide in shadows, keepers of the night
Mortal life is weak, can't hold back the demons
The blood pours as rain and soon you'll be alone.
Guard the gates of Hell just one more night.
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