Demons fly
And demons cry,
At his might,
Of the beautiful knight.
For they love him,
Their dark hero.
Of the love of crested night,
And the demons embarrassed ability of flight.
This is how the world is,
Full of mysteries that have a pur and a hiss.
And have no time limit even when the clock reaches zero.
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All I do is scream,
As the hallucinations hurt me,
Harm me,
Till I am blinded by them,
And oblivious to reality,
And yet I love them,
Even though they torment me mentally....
For I seriously have no life.
And they are all I have.
crying
As the hallucinations hurt me,
Harm me,
Till I am blinded by them,
And oblivious to reality,
And yet I love them,
Even though they torment me mentally....
For I seriously have no life.
And they are all I have.
crying
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