NE (1991- / )


It was here beneath a quilt of patchy silver
That you consumed the force i had murdered you with
As the reeds whispered guilded lies
That conformed to fit my ear
You rose, driven by a hatred within
I made an attempt at escape all in vain
As if i could outrun any immortal like your new found self
But ill play along
For only a perverse masochistic pleasure
As the moon turns its dark back to our sins
In this i deem us fit for condemnation
Beneath a sky of rugged silver

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