[LainIwakura]

Work in progress....

waltz of midnight struck violence upon our dance and it bellows a discordant symphony. "to do or to die" malice spoke softly. Dusk fallen like a blanket of snow; At the gates we beg for repentence. I haven't the hand ov God. Divine purgatory that kissed his own reflection, nothing but perverse attraction. "To do or to die", Malice spoke underneath the moonlight...I have but the beauty ov once what was such golden wings. Human form and it's scarred symmetry. Mechanical arms, never as graceful as my scorched heart. I have but a twisted ventricle flow. You are divine like red pungent wine with a deep hue and brilliant glow. Crystallized structure, contrived to make me feel alive.