infinity blade 

Thin sharply finished thing

I’m so enveloped by the feelings of azure hatred

The free afterglow of hazy pure powers that flow through me

She had a quick hand, a fast mind, almost took me to that old dark place in which she will now reside

Excavation of my minds memories 

Bottle and a stick, fat hated tower 

I’m darker than I thought 

Red, red, while the ground darkens with the red I have but thoughts of myself 

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