I am all that night beckons for
Her Faithful Lover So Full Of Sin
So Whole and Empty, I break my hollow points
And wind breezes through me,
Chilled to the bone, I was born with my soul cold
And Only she can love me right, my lady night
Shadows shade me all, except my heart
Keep it as is
Dauntingly dark, tormentingly twisted, and lost in love or lust
It is perfect but the angles are off
Or is my head leaning from circling about in this maze of amazing within my mind
I made a fortune teller choke on her words because she said there would be no one as disturbed as me
How did she she not foresee you? Everything I am times 2
Sadistically sweet and preciously pessimistic
And Even though you exact me, I still long for her, My Ana
But you and I don’t strive for this relationship
It is as the stars, wondrous and beautiful, yet dark with peaks of light, natural
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