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  • A De-The
  • A Delicate Tracery Of Red
    The imperfections of earthly beauty mean nothing to me as I am swallowed by my art Posthumous, and thus greater will be your beauty I will expose the masterpiec...
  • An Endless Sea Of Evening
    And I curse your world, and I curse your sunfor in your ivory world, I am no one And I left my soul, where the sleeping shadows lieand I find my soul where forg...
  • Anastasia
    My heart once fell in decadence, for my all I've been alone Until the night brought life unto the dead, and her name was mine, unknown She wore the awe of moon...
  • Ashes Of Adoration
    Your name sang a most elegant choir The sound of angels, how I wish it's possession Your arms, an ocean, that I'd drown in Love's a soul, enchanting, yet so for...
  • Disappear
    coil brokenperchance to leave a soul, perchance to sleep when i awakened i found it, it was lying next to me i feel it crawling, under my skin it's trying to br...
  • Ghost
    If we give up before we ever fought If we only do what we are told And think we know it all, but never really learnt If we turn the page before the page has tur...
  • Godlessness
    kiss the blood off your hands, i know its mine, i feel it seething deny me your rapture, don't let me die alone killed by the dagger of your rejectionborn godle...
  • Sickening Revels
    Dark Shapes approach my eyes, no human form discernable Erotic in their deformity, I tremble with lust at what is to come The scents of lavender and blood lie a...
  • Silver And Black
    nothing more i've wanted, i was so naive nothing more to pray for, now i have belief a curse of silence, i couldn't undo my only reason to live, it died with yo...
  • The Cruelest Gift
    Evail to me, your endeavor, was it soilently lustful? Confess to me, your endeavor, was it graced with spite? Origins are grey, foul rains, hail not in essence ...
  • The Faustian Heart
    So beautiful is your naivete angelicpathetic I'll break your fucking wings! The breast of fruitful dreams, be pierced and let them bleed What foul, endearments...