Chapter 17

Flicker reflections that don't slide

Ashes of grace that don't hover whisk in the air

Southern trees dismayed in the dark hasty flaming bargain of ornament forest coated with a sprinkle of delight and fairness

Sire would you grant me the dagger that gashes through the bones that are scripted within the bone of ancestral suits that hang fitted beneath the stray figure of apprehension

Goth of tragic stories

Promises of forbidden desire shall not change one status

The sorrow of glory is within the blood of old flesh that is sparked within the flutters of resentment and frustration

Deluded and acerbity of the strip just doesn't provide the evidence in the highest prison wall that screams names of allures in the system of liars

Watch as I slip away into the dark

No one will comprehend whether I am even there

As I am just a quick commune of one hope and desire

Don't ever wait for me because it's not gonna lead to a happy ending sire

It bought for pennies a tariff where goth of sadness doesn't crave a person's systemic lupus erythematosus lush green orbs

We dress her up in lovely gowns allowing all the witches and vampires to pour the potion of mystery but the chances are only five

She's easy on the eyes

Her soul is black and it's a fact

That her sneer will eat you alive

And the buyer always brings her back

Because all she does is cry over the whipping of one torture in the dark tunnel of solidarity, politicians never buckled away as the mysterious doesn't just allow you to be alone

One wrong move will dictate your future in pain and loss or even your dead body being bustier in the caveman's house

The actress demanded to know who is the lord that wants to capture Camorra

Who was the bare white chick that was forced to drink the potion just to spend the summer with the lord

Has the kid in the dark alley ever heard about the Ndrangheta being the leaps of tentacles that hold its bond not just within in source of Sicily town but told the outer surface

A correction was the most dangerous organization that was bound within this group of the strongest criminal

Why wouldn't the earth source won't die with the art of love

My shoulders were heavy yet I pound

Being captured to finish the mystery as the sin is deeper than what love was as a word that is not taken seriously

You can't take it back, it's good as gone

Well, flesh amnesiac, this is your song

And I hope what's left will last all summer long