

Sweet NightsSweet Night Laying in our arms bleeding ripped stockings, knotted on the floor. Cans and bottles my trousers and your skirt. Did I do that? Paper and brown flakes, reminders of colours and lights. Music blaring, people swearing. Waste of life, yours and mine A flare of orange, drink it deep my love. Laugh while I can, me or you. On my own Nails and teeth A dawning vanitySweet Nights
Forget me not.
The music dies. I fall, further from my lights and your high life. The greyness spreads, time to leave, broken and bent.
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The harder The battle, The sweeter the Victory
Mine?
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"Better to reign in hell, than to serve in heaven" Paradise lost
Hehe.
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"Better to reign in hell, than to serve in heaven" Paradise lost
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The harder The battle, The sweeter the Victory
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