Her pale figure heavily outlined and contrasted by the light of the moon
His eyes carry a wild desire, 'anything goes'
The moment he 'freed' her mind she became slave to dealers of artificial feeling
How silver his tongue must be, they think
She knows not why she stays, only the fear of being alone and the lying constant
How I long to be him...
To share the love that kills you with one that would gladly kill their self for you
A special kind of fiend love
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