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Knocking down your door
Contributed by
Dion
on
Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 08:00:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Sleeping; I am dormant Awake; I'm adamant Take the weak and skin the poor There's never a kiss without a knock on the door
In a black mania I can't live with this hysteria Much love for your last fallen foe Hatred for the last friendship you sew
Kinder words made a plea A softer woe with a cup of tea I took it all; I made a blend When I'm done you'll have to mend
Scarred the waves you throw at me Beaten the wind that falls on me I smell a knife buried in sand Clues to your hand's last stand
Sickening is the giant lake Morbid is the last wooden stake Beat it through my heart Please tear me apart
For I'm not worthy I'm not well I'm not good enough To go to hell
And I can't break the leash I brought And I can't stand the end I sought Leave my blood lying on the floor I sent my hand right through the door
Answer my call Reply to my plea Give me a reason I must not flee
Copyright ©
Dion
... [
2004-12-27 08:00:48] (Date/Time posted on
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