The carousel is spinning.
No sign of stopping.
It's never ending ups and downs.
Hold on tight.
She brings me up.
Flying.
I'm starting to feel again.
The blood starts flowing.
Existence is kissing my fingers.
The hunger still gets to me.
Growling. Crying.
Feed. Purge.
That moment when my painted steed goes down.
Hold on tight.
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The Other Side Of The Reflection
I always say exactly what I mean, but I don't mean what I say.
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