All I can remember
Those cemetary gates
You cried out
Music with a twist,a snap
Long into the darkness you fell
We twitched
Exctacy in the night
Bedding in joy
Awaking in fear
Life anew
That wasn't ment to be
Behind the cemetary gates









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Much of what we think of as art, caters to the desire for reassurance.
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I show you light, love,darkness, and death. Please, show me the world...