Screaming Chaotic Mind/by:Haunted Lunacy
Splintered broken soul, /
dark screaming chaotic mind, /
silent, slow decay.
Sewn/by:Haunted Lunacy
Lips sewn tightly shut, / just one word can lose a heart, / whisper through the threads.
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