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I write it all down, so as not to forget,
the pain you made me go through.
My past is the truth, the only thing I understand.
Years of pain, memories lost, beaten down by you.
No, I can stand on my own again.
You will not prevail. This is an ode to my loving mother.
Mother mother, my darling my dear,
Look at what I have written here!
It's says "written in blood by your loving son"
and it's written in my own blood!
Dance with me, dance with me, dance on the blade,
that clings in your chest.
One- two- a devils sillouhette.
Waltz with me waltz with me here I'm sure you will die!
But please my dear mother, you will never see me cry.
They grow up so fast you always said.
Now I think you'd be better off dead,
erased from the pages of my life!
 Rael Rose Valentine · Fri Jul 11, 2008 @ 05:22am · 2 Comments |
