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Finger On A Dead Pulse
Contributed by
sicknivesevered
on
Saturday, 24th March 2007 @ 07:08:20 AM in AEST
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my love for nothing is keeping me at bay
for the precious touch
of this progress, this risk that I now take
revolve the icon...
let it resolve our fate
this is
the last
chance to matter...
sweating profusely
every eye is on the judge
twitching and flinching
lepers with mental scars
gather in place...
i'd kill myself
on the perfect day
this time now
it's my turn
finger on a dead pulse
one breath away...
this moment
forgiving
passing my eyes still closed
exhale and wait
never have i seen a room painted purely with blood
the viscera is adding up
consumed and emptied, the process is repeated
so few with their heads still up
as the cold cement
is warmed by the gore
silver flashes my way
i mouth it once more
this time now
it's my turn
finger on a dead pulse
one breath away...
this moment
forgiving
passing my eyes still closed
exhale and wait
[how long will i play this game?]
till what's left of...
(within a glance)
what's left of...
(this malefic chance)
till what's left of...
(failures entranced)
me's unclear
this time now
it's my turn
finger on a dead pulse
i hesitate...
this moment
is not mine
directing death forward
i violate...
this truce
this insanity
this tomb
will not claim me
Copyright ©
sicknivesevered
... [
2007-03-24 07:08:20]
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Re: Finger On A Dead Pulse
(User Rating: 1 )
by darkangeleyes57 on
Monday, 26th March 2007 @ 06:57:30 AM AEST
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Amazing. This was frickin awesome. You do a great job on song lyrics. The ending was good.
Take Care
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