Jul 1, 2011


A scent of sin

Carried by the wind

Cold touch bringing pleasure

A lost memory I forgot …

How to treasure

The night comes in pieces

Empowers the soul to dream

Bits and pieces of broken wings

Darken a forgotten memory of the rain,

…reign of Chaos

The tentacles of darkness

Are clouding the earth

Corrupting slowly

The last decadent sanctuary

…in Paradise

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