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foulplay
Contributed by
crimsondream
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Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 03:34:25 AM in AEST
Topic:
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lying in bed, deep dreams of sleep
crying out to the night, fearfully weep
a noise at the window, a scratch at the wall
never expecting such a great fall
peering over, knife scrapes the glass
but o what a night, dew on the grass
moon shining brightly, stars up above
though deep in his soul, not one speck of love
his mind filled with hatred all towards me
never knew what id done, why couldnt i see?
i tried hard to be a good daughter, really, i did
but being beaten and bruised does a lot more to a kid
so we finally got the courage to run away
never thought he knew where we were, not til this day
but there at my window, my father alone
and me in my bed, scared to the bone
he opens the window,and stares in my eyes
he can tell that i know, therell be no surprise
the knife in his fist, like an inky black boat
swimming forever in the blood in my throat
walking faster and faster, hes in front of my face
5 inches cold steel, cuts the air with such grace
thoughts are all frozen inside silent fear
with my last breath, i shed a lonely tear
this bitter blade is tracing my body of life
looking down at the edge of my soul on the knife
almost complete, at my chest he stops
and into my heart, the knife he drops.
lying in bed, deep dreams of sleep
crying out to the night, fearfully weep
a noise at the window, a scratch at the wall
never expecting such a great fall
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Re: foulplay
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 22nd February 2004 @ 03:49:03 AM AEST
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| i got the chills on that last part.....its tied together so well |
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