Beautiful Death

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In The night I get chills
Under the whispers
Of Visions
Of twilights eyes
In the house of thunder I
Search for the
Key to midnight
I hear the
Voices of the night
As I stare into the
Face of fear
I see phantoms of
Strangers and watchers
In the midnight
of the cold fire
As darkness
comes I slip
Into the bad place
And hideaway till
Beautiful Death
finds me
And I dance with the devil
Next to the
wall of masks.





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Lonleydandy said...
Aug. 9, 2009 at 2:04 pm
I like it :D
 
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