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In a little black house

With a little black door

Lives an empty sorrow

Resemble of tomorrow

A portrait of darkness

The son of the pain

A daughter of anger

A mother in sin

Loudness and screams

You hear in the inside

The living room of doom

The ceiling of dismissal

A fog of dark reminders

Run upstairs in it

As it entered to the room

Then the pain begins

It break a skin, I breaks a heart

Cuts of misery on unhealed scars

Burns of desire vomits of lust

A heart that resembles

Must there be a God?

Inside the boiling cauldron

The soul of indecency

A diabolical smile

The look of an incubus

That flirts on the carpet

A demon revolving

In Sheets of pure anger

As night falls over

In the little black house

More legions of pain

Surrounded and shout

There’s no way to hide

There’s just a way to be

A Fight without logic

enjoyable feast

                LIZ 11/20/11