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Perfect nightmare
Here they come into my perfect castle, eating up the walls of clay. Digging into it with teeth and muscle, making holes with sharpened nails. The dark night predators in shiny armor are coming deep inside of me. And now they're stealing all my power, taking everything I have to give. But it's their eyes that's magnetizing and their voices hypnotizing, I don't dare to wake up from this perfect nightmare
written by sadeast
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𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖚𝖕. 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖚𝖕. 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖚𝖕.
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𝕻𝕳𝕺𝕿𝕺 𝕯𝖀𝕸𝕻𝕻
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not my art!! i found it on pinterest lol
Snow White Virgin
Snow White Virgin, Blood Red Whore Pure like fresh virginity falling like winter snow, her eyes like heaven, glow innocence, beckon me to her. I follow like a faithful servant, follow her into a locked room lined with the misery of hell and she transforms before my very eyes once blind. What stands before me drenched in blood and draped in seduction, shit, and mud. Blind are we to the essence of life and all we see is what we want. A Snow White Virgin becomes a Blood Red Whore. Once pure and silent eats sin and violence.
I blink twice and all is bright once more, her lips sweet like honey embrace me and once again I fight to see the truth. Face her and I see blackened rot and ruined meat. I see now the thing I hate, a whore, a saint, my love and fate. Blind are we to the essence of life and all we see is what we want. A Snow White Virgin becomes a Blood Red Whore. Once pure and silent eats sin and violence. Now all ye faithful in blissful ignorance look to your virgins and see the truth. The vows they promise are fell from lips of a whore and nothing more than innocence lost and buried in lies. Bodies swear to cleanness covered in flies and kisses of the blind servants. So come together all the blind and faithful and kneel before your Snow White Whores and Blood Red Virgins and feed them your wishes and sins and watch them bathe in seduction, shit, and mud.
-The Crow Queen
"This will last until the day roses on my grave stop sharing roots with the roses on yours. I will have you even in death, little witch. I am your beast. I am your madness. And you, you’re my afterlife."
Gothikana | RuNyx
