laces and frills extravaganza. i feel sorry that you cover up yourself with strains and fakes. a mirror poured into you, cracks under pressure and so pale of realities and a dystopia you make.

your words demystified by bitter candies and sweet stabbing by yours truly. don't forget to smile, with fake saccharine brush across your teeth a doll controlled by Dark Aphrodite

a blade i slashed into you, cutting your weaved soul into pieces. blood red crystals staining white washing over me driving myself to another morbid yet fluffy fantasy.

hello, little voodoo doll, are you still controlled by your own plastic mask? where have you been? another trip to a planet called luna, you’re still dancing in bounded feet and fell down like sakura petals withering.

drop the black stone and see the mannequins in the water drowning with your lies and malice. don’t prance in little ballet shoes because in…

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neun, acht, sieben, sechs, fünf...

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…you will be a dissension trapped in a dungeon