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Midnight worlds swirled with moolight beams. 

Delicate dainty love inscriptions would tumble to the page, aligned in perfection at whim. 

But the darkness rising has hooked my soul.

living under a darkened shroud 

Lillies, butterflies and daffodils died, still hanging off a demonic cloud.

Such was the darkness, A sickly offering of vileness and envy

I knew i had no other thing to do, but to espouse it all up like spew. 

I struck the worlds of beauty from my head and pulled out the ones nailed to my heart 

I still bleed love darker than the darkest dark, I fucked with your mind and tore out your heart

I put it on display for all,  the winning-est cunt! 

Never thinking at all that my pen was sharper than your knife 

And that assholes with pens trump cunts.

I wish I was sorry.

Maybe i could forgive or forget and move on 

Maybe then the words would come

stuck on a barren rock alone in space and time 

The stories of my heart all gone,

You stole my pretty words along with the beautiful ones

i can't bring it back its gone too far this farce 

The rest i killed alone, each with an end stroke - coup de gras.

Now I don't care if it ever revives, because I'm fine just being some asshole with a pen

And I never wrote it for you anyway, not now, not then.

I only ever wrote for myself