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Pick your poison
Red or wime
pour me some in do good time
Kill me fast or Kill me slow
Promise me you'll never let me go
Take my life instead of my hand
Let my life slip away like sand
Call my name never more
strike me now and settle the score
Let me die of painful sorrow
I will never get to see tomorrow
Drop the daggar from your blood covered hands
Now join the ritual of the Celtic Clans
The air chokes while the thunder roars
I won't see the stars no more
I want you to kill me the one I adore
I was strangeled on my bed
and now I lie here dead
With closed fingers and shut eyes
And one rose in hand, both yours and mine.
 Alibis of the Heart · Fri Jan 02, 2009 @ 06:44am · 1 Comments |
