Do you realize you are playing with magic?
Do you see the perfection?
Slow change as you entered,
A breath of a new symphony.
Warm on the throat and suffocating.
Intoxicating as it runs warm through the veins of sparkling grey.
Beautiful chaos damaging the bloodstream.
The illusion exist,
The stitches rebinding for a strong blow...
ALl the cards have been played,
The ice creeping in,
I created thew throne,
Breathing in the pain as you begin to change,
Changing my symphony.
Breaking down the walls.
Your eyes are always glued to me,
It makes no sense.
My eyes are always glued to you,
It makes no sense.
Do you realize you're playing with magic?
Blue is to brown as brown is to blue,
Do you see the perfection?
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Risa Luthor
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