Friday, September 25, 2009

Bits to ASHES

I hold and exposed you to the star
Crumble away and leave only dust
Masquerade under the moon of the scarlet prayer
Dazzle me with your dying face
Deathly pale lips
My dearest lost little doll
I will have you by the next moment I step on the scattering you

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