Sleeper City
WinterKill SpringEternal
Foes of Arthur
Green Temple
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Spray
My dreams don't matter
My blood is splattered
Across the walls of my room
Where I met my doom
I am left in tatters
My flesh is scattered
Sleeping numb in my tomb
I dream emptiness
Beneath a blood red moon
As my final breath
Leaks from me
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