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I keep to myself...I only talk to the voices that echoe in realms inside of a place called my mind. Filled with the ear splitting screams of tortured souls being ripped from flesh. I feed off the knowledge that i can express relentless works of art from a heart of a demon. I feed off of depression and sickness of un knowing human beings as i create my master pieces of suffering...End |
The tightening of leather as you lose your breath
the warm blood upon your breasts...
Candles burn in lust mounted on a mantle of deceit...
as the rose pedals of love fall apart upon my...
Victim one I cut out his tongue with a machete...
His blood squirted all over the walls, a dull pair...
Candles burn in lust mounted on a mantle of deceit...
as the rose pedals of love fall apart upon my...
The tightening of leather as you lose your breath
the warm blood upon your breasts...