Don't you think so?


SanctuaryI see the blade, So white and bare. It lies against. The blue so rare. The screen is dark,Sanctuary
The buds are brown. Step in the corner, No love comes down.
The blade is still, I feel its will. The hands are red, The shadow dead.
I fall into and abyss So soft and warm
and treacherous. Until the neck is twisted round, And eyes are closed, Without a sound.
The blade is still, I feel its will. The hands are red, The shadow dead.
The pink against the wall,
The pink against the wall,


Blue FanThey growl in the fountains of twilight, for she adores the celestial venom and sows the sea. Vast pools of golden darkness obey, fore one said, "Only time." The bare tear ranges calm where light rests. Natural stealth omits ecstacy and the beautiful majestic mountain dreams of the orange symphony that never looms. Tranquil autumn valley where the panoramic field is in her head. Truly she wakes in horror, to find her love had never been. Her eyes turn blue as she tastes the nothingness and departs. Forever the mist behind the lightbulb.Blue Fan


PurityPurityPurity
I am bathed in light of blue, I still remain your friend who's true. In the light the red is purple, Yet, the purple changes not. The music sounds mechanical today.
Beneath the carpet lies my soul, that you have probably seen. Be quick, dear one, for that one chance, shall never come again. I'm crawling on my feet.
I reach for your hand,
but the hallway stretches long. If I lose you I will fall, beneath the muddy waters. My heart would beat no more.
My shells would then consume me,
asphyxiation would be
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