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Torn to shreds
Contributed by
darkkai
on
Sunday, 15th September 2002 @ 02:17:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Depression is here for you, crawling inside your lips.
Play with the demons that bring death at your doorstep.
There is a foot for every shoe and you wait in vain.
My a** is sore........what a cheap metaphore.
The dark hour can be here anytime, wait and see.
the crooked and the str8 bring harmony to our existance.
Now my anger grows........invicible, Dark as an ebony fire.
Bind the red eye and the dark mind, Compare your heart
and soul to mine. Confess to the saints that hover over you
like the shadow of doubt.
Copyright ©
darkkai
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2002-09-15 14:17:18]
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Re: Torn to shreds
(User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on
Sunday, 1st December 2002 @ 08:13:02 PM AEST
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This is so sad....
My favorite lines were
Compare your heart and
soul to mine...Confess to
the saints that hover over
you like the shadow of doubt
This is such a beautiful write
and it's so sad...Thanks for
sharing this one i enjoyed it alot
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.
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