A Certain Slant of DarknessBending shades of light at the certain slant of darkness Twisting into violent shades of mutilated tones Grotesque and writhing in agonyA Certain Slant of Darkness
Sink your nails into the upholstery Feeling that rotten bruise on your brain Like the soft spot on a poison green apple Bite back the scream at the pulsing decay beneath your skull Fighting the overwhelming urge to claw...
Red turns to blood~lust Daemonic and obsessive Raking in shallow breaths begging to for something less intoxicating Less fatal Nothing anymore to separate that twilight of ni
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