Innocence and lies mesh well,
Bright eyed with a darkness look so pretty,
God, help me,
The evil inside me consumes me
And i let it,
I see no wrong
I let the crimson has become a playground,
Childhood is so far away,
Come to me,
Romanticise me,
My evil and my playground,
It is far gone;
Far beyond our reach;
Let me have you,
While i search for the method to my madness.
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My Boring Escapades.
Poesia"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
