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Cold One
Eyes blacker than night skies
Skin free from the cold shave
You've blood on your hands
The curse that you gave
Appearing as though human
Beauty masked deadly speed
Changing during midnight
The hunt, the kill the feed
No guilt weighed on your shoulders
No black tears run down your cheeks
Your the alpha of existence
And your the king of speech
Skin free from the cold shave
You've blood on your hands
The curse that you gave
Appearing as though human
Beauty masked deadly speed
Changing during midnight
The hunt, the kill the feed
No guilt weighed on your shoulders
No black tears run down your cheeks
Your the alpha of existence
And your the king of speech
Published 18th Jun 2013
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18th Jun 2013 8:41pm
