choir of the st-hellvenly railays.

tonight i am impress how well, and almos easy we manage to capture our dearest most unrevealed singer, the girl who believed in counting so much black sheep backwards through daylight, walking the alleyway would make her voice perfect in silences. she was just slightly wrong but that's not the point of the story, so let's just forget about the things to change. i have said before, i do not write good, but truth. well. maybe all of my midnight's angelic voices have vanished long already ago . so there is no light et vous ne verrez aucune faille dans cette histoire , seriously i saw it in my feelings, with a stetoscope pushed in my throath you can actually hear. god i wish you would be here to feel it. but ma ''girlfriends have slept away, the grande princess who could stand so well, awake and she might forget the children inside, but i adore the innocence she believes it dead maybe. ask her. run for her. so sad you have no clue how to be really a gentlemen, who cares if you are a man, gentle tiger you are not so secure when comes to moving arround her, and there is no way to impress her. it makes the struggles even better. if you are an ounce of what they call a lover. awareness you should try, but don't you get even a little excited. if you are willing to get closer and look into their eyes wanting a pretty fucktop playmate, o am i hoping for you will be right of a player. i . am the cryptic lover, who was meant for the best torture ever, a cult for the beloved who became water, strangely after a spell of mother fear of the muses . but we are childrens of the greatest navire de pirates qu'il n'est jamais existe, le gloomyhearted ship.
he did never sink really it was a slow process of melting, hard to believe but who the fuck are you to even think of it as surreal, we were there holding to the stars so high looking tenderly at our love, our home , fading away. how does it feel ! close your eyes , imagine .

''your heart loosing it's way''

if you sleep the feeling is quite nothing, it's in the dream awake maybe if lucky tu vas appercevoir les traits si fins du visage de ces enfants de choeur. when the ship vanished in deep sea, the blacksheeps were kind enough to feed the milk our little sister needed to spit it even further up the walls of the world they live in, injuste les murs se sont dresses au carre.
there is no infinite in this life they tried to make us believe in, it doesn't last. but i became so bored of every one so clear , their eyes so small i kept looking at the ocean, and on a fine full moon night i heard one of the most gentle voice ever.
the ghost of a siren dancing in front of me, awaiting for me to stand, like a man. how could i do such thing, i am no christ to walk magically on the water. she moved in semi-circles slowly towards me , and took my hand. the most gentle touch.
the princess of heaven next to her becomes a lie, so rough and sour taste. you don't understand, une sirene devant vous se dresse de noir, in black so suede a color you have seen that day for the first time. your eyes felt melting over beliefs, the way you sway in front of a mother you dare the lie , drop in the back of your eyes, on my knees close enough to be seen by the starving sharks. no one will see , she is too much precious for you not to see, the look in her eyes them feeling blue, compassion maybe for me, i knew she would let me be. we danced, to an opera de luxure si jolie, an answer in violin to the gods pervert watching, mad to see i was still there, holding on to the hope i would not loose this one and last dance with the one already i was devoted to. she moved her lips so close to me, i could hear her words, and they were gloomy but i could feel, breaking echoes loud enough in whispers letting me know it was an immortal spell.to last for ever. so i reacted fast, in the eyes begging her not to leave me forever, and somehow i grew up in my head so fast, the most precious smile for me, beautiful like the fine lines of a blade into your heart, flesh and solid like stone her intentions were not, to question, it's a curse on me, on her , on all of us .... and while my choir sisters had been still on the beach i took a second to turn and see i was not alone . alive. hurt and acknowledge of a flavor so sweet you wil crave it t'll your death..

no mercy for les enfants cheries. why would it be ainsi for us . why would it be easy. tell me so or fuck you i will tell you.

love becomes my pregnant murder. fatal l'amour qui nait se meurtrie si tot . my blood est d'un rouge velours, runs like a bullet silver, only a crazy lover will manage to pull the trigger.

so close to her i couldn't hear her say, i lost a lot that day in the winter. sorrows for me i saw the affection last feelings, i was doomed for a sntenced life as a choir boy unsinkable, i would dream for winters ad winters for the ice on water to grow thin so we would all press in time, drop the clock heavy on the glass you live in, doesn't matter it will not break until you can see the love we got given is inside, le coeur de crystal, ruby con deadly. and carve your name on the surface of my heart, so i will promise to be brave, and cherrish the twilight.

now. we are older, somekind of wiser, fearless are the kind of ugly chicken i refuse to eat even for diner, no flavours, and if you are a tresor seeker, you will dig, in days to find the precious. my friend there is more to this story, and i'm smiling because i am far from a fairy teller but i am careless of the result for now, all i know is to remember when to let go. after twilight comes the time where you can see, when the moon for our eyes only becomes a mirror reflecting your ocean lover. the one you agreed to be a prisoner away, like it never mattered she could do anything, to the depts of your sins and make you what, a favor she tought it would be easier to exist in lands away from each other. . . but love who she tought would be gentle when found again, broken appart in the end when i fall, le contour d emes emotions est intactes , i tried to be brave and never give up, but for that you have to fucking fight for your love not to fade, and for the memories to stay still you protected them with the look of a serial lover, blade in my eyes, you better be there if you make them cry on and over, stay.
you hold me not and i draw you into an enemy, worth l'oublie. je crois que j'y arriverai, a ne jamais laisser au courant s;effacer les marques de ton nom sur mon coeur je jure mio bella amore...

are you nuts, if she trusted her strenght to be used in all their senses just to stay under water, to breathe, to hide, to feel safe and to la mer she fed her lies. no matter how solid a heart, there i sno pierre precieuse pour restiter au courant.

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