as the colors whirl, the minds control, loses what it will and gains little as do. hrm, its a world that scorns with blood and a time instant with apathy, there never really existed empathy, a change can encompass a person while time beats them down with its slow torture, what a beauty. i love it. you can listen to it once, you can hear forever, in eternity, have it hold you and let it kill you, i love the kiss, its deadly isn't it. it marks what you only wish i couldn't its the last time, the only time. everytime, let this be your testament let this be your warning, time will come, and i will cease to be. it gives me desire, it gives me pain, passion, whAt ever it is you may be. laugh, and see, this is what i will be...

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