Garden of Pain
and so the seeds were sown upon the poison ground for within the hallowed soil all my sins were found all the dreams were hacked to bits and turned into regret so too must you fall victim to a most dishonourable death so come ye demons of my thoughts with blades that drip with rust to slice and stab and rip apart the one that broke my trust so join all those who crossed my path with judgement and disdain and live forever after here in the garden of my pain
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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...
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