a twisted mind reveals itself in waves, but never entirely.
giving a hint, a glance – or nothing.
a brush, a room and demons meet, to talk.
crawling up your spine, deep down in her soul
the beauty and the evil is digging for passion
and despair, expressed through relief.
thoughts from another world salute,
breaking through the glass of a mirror,
to paint your world black – or blue…
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