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Ink injected ivory skin,
Dripping wet with sex and sin...
She is mysterious,
an air of intrigue surrounding her...
*Collab with Alec*
On a cold and dreary Gotham night...
by Ben Pickard
You do not know what drives a man like me -
compassionless and cold, or so you say...
by Mortal Utopia
You know, in the end,
I'm just a drawing made...
Never let the demon
inside you flought away,
you might need
it another day.
I could say I was hurt, but it wouldn't be true. However this knife in my back reminds me of you.
I lay seeped in darkness, yet I still reach for the stars.