paints the brushes black

Smoke dreams of escaping soul are drifting by.
Dull the pain of living as they slowly die.
Smiles change into a sneer, washed away by whiskey tears.
In the quicksand of their minds they disappear.
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You know, the first time I read he, I tried so hard to hate him. For Buseiou and Gyokutei and Koutenka.. but I love evil and blue, and when they occur at the same time _{(Kisame~~ Bass~ <3 )} I'm already lost >_>


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houshinengi © fujiryuu
texture from mayang
not finished and never will be