The Stench
Wear your skin
with the stench of rot
coming from within
A jester whispers to you:
you're skin,
that's how it grew
Tie your hands behind my spine,
You're still an angel
just no longer divine
relevance
pain,
utilized
sorrow
You wear your skin
And thus;
You're nothing
but candy coated pus
Alucard, man, 123 jaar
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