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[aid] => mick
[title] => Bound are my hands
[time] => 2004-02-08 21:41:41
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[bodytext] => Hello im lost cant pay the cost plagued by the thought of you not here im only so sure that you thought you were never so missed never so thought of never so misunderstood I speak with silence In hatred and violence in murder in vain thin line between genius and insane I slip right bye not realized by those of you who think nothing of me nothing of what I see In my hand I clench your bloodied hair tie and now its too late to even ask why seperate from the mind and alter up reallity go on course for tragedy ending with a fatality bound are my hands set me free Interesting are the details to the deed so focused on why it made her bleed rather look away and left alone but my sick inside only grown silent days revolved around silence silent words silent screams silent creeping death on the horizen melted plots in a culdren stirred this and boiled through shelter me and my discomforts for I am in a time of great need warped to cut myself and watch me bleed carterized the lose ties braiding her hair and shewing away the flies In my hand I clench your bloodied hair tie and now its too late to even ask why seperate from the mind and alter up reallity go on course for tragedy ending with a fatality bound are my hands set me free hey are you listening to me do you understand where im coming from lost the shadows somewhere in the light things are see'n clearly but blurry in the night activated by the pale moon light Everynight grows a little more strange for they are on my trail now barely got to play my role before the devil came to collect the toll In my hand I clench your bloodied hair tie and now its too late to even ask why seperate from the mind and alter up reallity go on course for tragedy ending with a fatality bound are my hands set me free swarming the alley with a shower of lead crawling and the more i moved the more i blead and as I struggled to watch myself die in my hand was her bloodied hair tie [comments] => 1 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 34 [informant] => rAwjer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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