Antique Aphrodite


Rage Of Pain

Feeding off senses to the mere tricks of your mind
You never confide what you really hold within
Running a deeper insecurity in your veins
Just put yourself in the mirror of your mind
You'll drool in the immediate envy of your own reflection

That way the light shall kiss my perpetual darkness away
And i shall be ever released
From this ever bothering spell of fear and pain

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