innocent soft lips, but will she taste like tomorrow?

February 14, 2018

slide fingers towards the crimson
survive annihilation

once went around again but to go out of venomous fate
the clouds are a view towards its preservation
the universe learned to watch what one does in chains - a synthetic band

want it back again and there really is a demand for contact in blood
because the supply is running out

it's just between a choice of demand or starvation
it's just a killer party ‘til you can't get satisfaction from a celestial voice
dark was the night, luck, the one chance
it won’t save innocence now.

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