I want no one to love me for I have only to suffer...
Their hearts aren't worth the brushed plackets.
They seem dramatic...
Behind me, Take their pain in my wrist...
Evoking peace and a sunlit moon...
I deliver their hearts off to sacrifice...
A platter of fresh lovers to love them.
This disastrous rampaging taunt the night...
One like no other...
Masses decadent to my mansion...
Fire scrambles my armchair...
Goes within, goes out...
The wind explodes in Frisbees...
I let aloof my wings...
A night like no otherwise...
The nightmare just commenced...
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