By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes Look down that bloody street for bloody Miles and blood miles where bloody Feet have sought a trail of dreams that Now lie broken on some bloody stake
Where the lesion hides a lesson Where stigmata turns to stigma Cries crescendo to cantata The whiplash of suffering full in the face And in that place there is no cross No crown, no sacred ground All is done and left unsaid
Harry Potter Blaise Zabin x Dean Thomas (oder Blaise x irgendwer) You hold my head, I cannot hurt You touch my heart, I cannot bleed You touch my eyes and I can see Caress my skin my sickness sleeps My dreams are golden My dreams are golden
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slip me a little something I got nothing to fear
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By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
Look down that bloody street for bloody
Miles and blood miles where bloody
Feet have sought a trail of dreams that
Now lie broken on some bloody stake
Reply
Where the lesion hides a lesson
Where stigmata turns to stigma
Cries crescendo to cantata
The whiplash of suffering full in the face
And in that place there is no cross
No crown, no sacred ground
All is done and left unsaid
Reply
Sam Winchester x Lucifer
(Serienkiller?)AU | Killing is company so step right up and
Ride the rubber road to freedom
This is the blow off
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Blaise Zabin x Dean Thomas (oder Blaise x irgendwer)
You hold my head, I cannot hurt
You touch my heart, I cannot bleed
You touch my eyes and I can see
Caress my skin my sickness sleeps
My dreams are golden
My dreams are golden
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