Dancing in the Moonlight
The blood is the life
searing
weeping
i have a demon's thoughts
I write in inks of doom
Trent's words illuminate my soul
the rush of the razor is the sweetest pain
the blood filled chalice runneth over
broken
no god could save me now
one day i too will take life
endless unhappiness
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