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Deathgrip

Never free

She grasps my hysterically
She loves me; Misery, my only company

Well she caught me and now I'm trapped;
with a cold grasp round my neck

A numbness spreads through my skin
I'm extinguishing within

I could never leave my true lover
My purpose, my ruler, my everything




Bunden vers (Rim) av isgrim
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Publicerad 2013-09-11 20:20



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