Extracts from dark corners 2

“After echoes of a laughter sing sorrow to the pits of a mirrors eyes

The secluded highs sunken wide into fires that provide the damned thier dues”

–8-**-8–

“More for the mad house and to the devil we give his soul

A fracture of mere sanity a slither of what we owe”

–8-**-8–

“Anger pure to burn the grasslands where dreams crawl out to die

Love no more to cool the inferno, but twisted forms to fan the flames my heart began”

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