

Beauty's DeathHe took in hand her bleeding heart Ripped and tore the flesh apart Laughed each time he heard her cry With pleasure left her soul to dieBeauty's Death
In his dreams he knew her fate All his soul was ruled by hate He shamed with fire in his eyes Blinded not by love's disguise
A smile for every tear she cried A rose for each time beauty died A dream for every broken heart He smiled and watched her fall apart
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"Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains..."
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www . TheBookofX . ca [link]
I find the limited use of color in you pictures very interesting and also very fitting.
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"Live by the foma that make you brave and kind and healthy and happy" -- Books of Bokonon I:5 (Kurt Vonnegut)
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...a blind person with no fingers can make better shadow puppets than you...
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