Devious Journal EntryOf new and old
Here, sitting on its pedestal
Of dust and shadows
Is an old scarab from the coffin
Of a mummified beauty
Besides it a crystal ball
Whose world is broken
Into fractions of dried roses petals
And shards of people's broken dreams
Here is a porcelain doll
Whose golden locks shine against
The candle light of the room
And whose eyes reflect the horrors
And splendors, of the bed before it
Besides her in a vase from China
Intricately laced with blue paint
And white opium, dead orchids
In its hollows because imperialism
Has taken its soul to a
Chemiluminescence where silver scales
And night-blessings stalk with rye
Besides of Bonnet of Sarah Bishop
Which is bent in lament of her rent neck
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Beautiful Rose, how you linger in Pain, dripping in Blood... How your Torment turns to love, no one knows..."™
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She wisped by as an ashen breeze
Of the pearlen ghost that loomed over her path to groom
And her pallor gleamed like a third rising moon
From sappy, amber mines of Armageddon's horizon
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She wisped by as an ashen breeze
Of the pearlen ghost that loomed over her path to groom
And her pallor gleamed like a third rising moon
From sappy, amber mines of Armageddon's horizon
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She wisped by as an ashen breeze
Of the pearlen ghost that loomed over her path to groom
And her pallor gleamed like a third rising moon
From sappy, amber mines of Armageddon's horizon
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Love doesn't exist, cause i should know i killed cupid but some people are too stubborn they still believe in love thats y it only brings sorrow
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She wisped by as an ashen breeze
Of the pearlen ghost that loomed over her path to groom
And her pallor gleamed like a third rising moon
From sappy, amber mines of Armageddon's horizon
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She wisped by as an ashen breeze
Of the pearlen ghost that loomed over her path to groom
And her pallor gleamed like a third rising moon
From sappy, amber mines of Armageddon's horizon
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