And When The Sky That Used To Be Blue,Turned Dark Finally.: A Living Mannequin

Cries of the silver wolves,

in the midnight it hides in gaze.

Bluntly creatures wild the moisture of my sinful eyes.

The nightmares of my unholy deaths minions aside.

Lies my bloody mary,

sacrifice of her stained blood gown.

Spells of the living lies,

as roses turned black.

White! white! white!

Jewels in the glaring moon tonight,

and we shall embrace those that dies.

Awake on an abandoned church,

a graveyard,a living mannequin.

Heartless,emotionless,

it came closer to me.

Slashes of the ripping riper,

the mannequin to find you.

Burn in hell those ashes flew to heaven.

Thorns and ivys crust meaning adeath.

The light spoke too soon,

yet the darkness have its mind.

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