Passion
Emptyness runs wild in a mans passion to
control the hunger for desire lust
freedom......... the only thing that is real
is the knowing of the day when it all comes
crashing down around you...and ur true self
is realised to be a frigle soul.but in the
eyes of the people that loved u they will
banish u to eternal damnation...with out the
understanding of ur curse..... too vanish is
the only way to ease the burden of failed
conquests and heal ur hope.....
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