Black Red Roses, a bit of pure metal for you. A bit of Ivory Cities. Small file for your convenience.
Cried tears of blood that scratched my face
and left me the blackest wounds
but now I dwell where orchids grow,
a precious place where you will never go
Cursed by your lies your gaze will always be,
never defy the metal shade of me
Must you never try to harm me again.
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