Wednesday, January 31, 2018

DEMON ROCK


Source:peccato

Demon rock.
Demon paradise.
A long lost fantasy,
Now as cold as ice.

Who goes there?
Who walks the night?
I can hear your moans,
Your grunts and sighs.

Show yourself tonight.
I want your kind dead.
The sun will rise,
But you won’t.

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