The black-hearted star scintillated dark beauty,
as the wings of damnation spread very unruly.
The blood of an angel hath smothered yours truly,
whom surreal emotions hath embroiled him in fury.
I derived the crimson from the everlasting hell,
as I claimed to originate from malignant shell.
She asked me to await the delirium so well,
deleteriously demanded the symphony of a yell.
An egregious individual, all the best to you,
your scrumptious young feast, too good to be true.
Face suffocation, utter memoirs, just get through,
die a terrible, horrendously superstitious death too.
My soul hast arose to lacerate cyan sky,
but the sin shall devoid myself in a try.
Why hast the sparkles, induce me a cry,
when my heart, with malice, presented a lullaby.
When I fixate my vision onto the blue haze,
all I were to instigate was me to be dazed.
To be deserted in purgatory, lost in the maze,
it were to be fantasy, adhered onto my gaze.
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