Wednesday, November 3, 2010
The sun is setting. The sky changes to colors of bruises.
He grabbed me and twirled me around.
yes I danced with the devil to the sounds of the eulogies of those who sinned.
Not sins like white lies, I'm talkin twisted minds of blood hungry souls.
just a little something. more to come.
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