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I didn’t know what I was looking for
So I didn’t know what I would find
Unconsciously I stepped to the fore
I was blind to my subconscious mind
Our love was a wasteland of promises in vain
Rotting quietly in the palm of my hand
You were a growing addiction with prospect of pain
Full of false hopes and promised lands
Ten fingers entwined in lies and deceit
Every night ending in a poisonous kiss
Your venom was a drug oh-so-sweet
Used to draw me into a fabricated bliss
Smooth deception; you are so rich in tricks
But still as I lay down to sleep at night
Waiting… longing… for one more fix
I’ll remember you and tremble with delight

- Title: Night Brings Austere Reality
- Artist: Azabeth
- Description: Please let me know what you think. If there is anything I need to do to make it better, tell me.
- Date: 02/02/2010
- Tags: night brings austere reality
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