Funeral of hearts
Love's the funeral of hearts
And and ode for cruelty.
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom.
The funeral of hearts
And a plea of mercy.
When love is a gun
Seperating me from you.
She was the sun shinning on
The tomb of your hopes
and the dreams so frail
He was the moon painting you
with its glow so vulnerable and pale.
Loves the funeral of hearts.
She was the wind carrying in
All the troubles and fears
He, for years, tried to forget.
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to the flames.
Be ready to beyond the undivine prayer to God
As deaf and blind
The last night's souls on fire
Bringing word to the question why.
Love's the funeral of hearts...
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Days of the Demon
well, well, well, the Demon is back.. the stupid hackers who stole her old account cant get rid of her that easily. The Demon is full of Passion, Hate, Anger, Sadness, Happyness.. and she will post it all here
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