Past Perils

Your a phase of resounding reverting ridiculously ridiculing moons
Speaking in riddles and rhymes time after time 

But your sweet tooth for sugar coating lies is undeniably easy to recognize 

Because you give chase in attempt to tempt me all the while curled up next to her side 

Your feeble trying of my patience puts perils in this great divide of dangerous dance
Wicked deceit but daring games in which you perfectly play in mastered forms
But your a past that won’t win for I know all your tricks and the bullshit resting behind that betraying grin 

My defenses have built a favored fence impenetrable and immaculately designed to keep parasitic charmers such as you 

Completely out 

So venture closer and I’ll crush you with one final fatal blow of crystalline cold hearted closure 

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About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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