Song: Cruel House
Year: 2021
Viewed: 81 - Published at: 7 years ago

Sulking, silent circles, I am swept into the wispy whirls of a sanguine hell, cherry rotting lifted in blossoms nebulous and ethereal yielding to a blushing tyrant
I am spun between the strings of somnambulance pestering my pulse
Vainly gripping the facade where the roses rush to meet my palms
The fates have held my hand and lead me to be, oh to the blissless, auspicious suburban celestial tomb where I am wandering aimlessly to my grave, held my coins for tolls to thе eyes of the moon, еach night is death
Slumber taunts a way out of waking in its lambent grip, mercurial summer enchanted by luminescence captive to a peace so sinister, swallowed whole in violet swirl
Secured in the cruelest sights, my fate is home to the dimmest bright darkness, so jubilant. In the cyclical night, petals bloom in stark reverse, beauty beats me into the dirt
Teasing a collapsed and cosmic dark, Luna’s gazes tears me apart
Reborn in roses, my lot is cast, Venus mocks, and Deimos laughs, the night is death, venus mocks deimos laughs, my lot is cast

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