Just a messed up girl from europe, writing from the bottom of her heart.
Stain my impure cloth with ichor, drown me in your delicious liqour. Tear my flesh and break my will, let my body be yours to till. Make me scream and moan your name, my corpse will be your artwork's frame. -The Cresent Moon
Dark and Bright
Dark, as dark as coal. Dark, as dark as my soul. Dark, as dark as my desire. Dark, as dark as her best attire. Dark, as dark as the nights tune. Dark, as dark as the moon. Bright, as bright as your smile. Bright, as bright as if you werent vile. Bright, as bright as the sky. Bright, as bright as everything I defy. -The Crescent Moon
I called you my king, But you were a pawn. I thought you're my spring, But now youre gone. Calling me baby, Making me smile. But now youre maybe, being real and vile. -The Crescent Moon
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Heart of Steel (26/07/2021)
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