OnceDecaying black roses wither away in a desolate land. The seductive Devil throws another poor, unknowing soul into the pit. There is no sun to warm my life anymore. I suppose. I suppose i am not allowed to be happy. I suppose i will have melancholy feelings no matter where the light is. Piercing green eyes stare into my soul as the Devil judges me, my skin crawls, I feel my breath fleeing my lungs. Love will never find me here. It has broken my heart into a million meaningless pieces. I am left with only hate and bitter feelings. These feelings have no meaning, these feelings have noOnce
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