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delighted bleeding

blood, death, darkness. i'm watching mystery,horror, insanity. it's on the screen violence, depth,desertion. i can't look away. why don't i want to? it's so pretty. it's wonderful. why am i still smiling? it's so...red... it's so intelligently created. why am i still laughing? it's leaving. it's reveling. am i the only one who's insane? darkening. bleeding. why am i so comfortable? because i'm sitting at the throne of sin.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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