Mercy, mercy
Thin on a string
Chains made of diamond,
Diamond in these chains
Burns on my wrists and yet, this is mercy
Monster, monster
Dark as my shadow
Charming smile,
Deceiving it is
Dance with me,
In the dark, and the cold night we call death
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Author:
Brie (Pseudonym) (
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