They all died in the fire, onto the broken...
Underneath the vultures wing. They cry to wish...
The setting sun casts its orange hue along the...
At the edge the ocean breathes, its movements...
I am the unknown void
Or so some people say...
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I look into the thing that is made of glass...
Alone
Dark...
Dark shadows
taught to cold white walls...
Her screams echoed through
the streets...
She's a killer
And he's a blur in her vision...
Playing the piano,
But not of Beethoven...
If i live ; i live loving you.
if i sleep ; i sleep dreaming of you...
There is no where else the hide
Nothin to be done...
A game of telephone dawns the day,
webbed in the clasp of a chain of these dreary...