Tragic Crown
By Night lord
Angels fire burning desire on my knees to cry now do you wish to die envelope me with streams of tears, envelope me with passinate meaning. Embrace me with synthetic dreams I'm tired of seeing through you with joyful shame in unconscienceousness i wear your Tragic Crown. Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 04:01 AM PST, Michael Jason Tester 18 • 0 • 13
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