Never look at me the way you do.
Your eyes pierces through.
Ripping not a surface, but unveiling the evil layers.
That simmers to erupt even with a glance.
And if we merge, succumbing to the volcanic urge, none of us will survive the deluge.
Ashes will it be.
Only to rise and smear each other with more of it.
Your eyes pierces through.
Ripping not a surface, but unveiling the evil layers.
That simmers to erupt even with a glance.
And if we merge, succumbing to the volcanic urge, none of us will survive the deluge.
Ashes will it be.
Only to rise and smear each other with more of it.
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