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my_1_luv_m u s i c's picture

my love

IWM# 66

my love floats high above,
flying like white doves.
floating softly in the air,
is my love never fear.

it's as warm as summer and never cold,
always new and never old.

music_is_my_thing's picture

what is love

IWM# 63

you stand there...
staring at me blankly...
you tell me you that love me...
but i dont believe you
your tell me its true but
i dont love you and i just wont leave!!!'s picture

Singing to My betrayer

IWM# 62

Crimson gowns made of ashes

Floating in Melancholy memories of you

I will drown with bleeding gashes

As my crimson gowns soaked through

With the blood that seeps out slow's picture


IWM# 61

Who is to blame
For the death of the day
As night time bleeds blackness
And daylight trembles away
An ebony sky
Reflected in my eyes
As the moonlight tricked me
So wickedly's picture


IWM# 60

Bang Bang, You look so hardcore

When you're lying dead

On my floor

Sunken Smile, My sheets are stained

Watch my Skin, It's all in vain

Bang Bang, Bullet to The Head

Love is Pain's picture


IWM# 59

Put the chalice to your lips

The scorching iron burns and rips

I watch you choke down posioned sips

Skin drips fever down your face

Drowning in the blackest lace's picture

The Witch Hunters

IWM# 58

Firelight, Firelight

Dance around the Witches Night

Climb upon her tainted skin

Underneath the Glares of men

As she sings the Song of Spells

Listen to the things she tells's picture


IWM# 57

I remain here broken, spellcast
Words I say shant last
Till death, till death, we'll never leave
My loves last breath on winters sleeve

I turn away from the dying day

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