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sitting on a cold stone floor
she cries out "can anyone help me?"
knowing that no one can hear her
sitting on a cold stone floor
she gazes longingly, painfully
at that intangible paridise
sitting on a cold stone floor
shakled by an irrevokable curse
she cries out "Is there no other way?"
and there is none
sitting on a cold stone floor
she grasps that unforgiving rose
and is finally free
sitting on a cold stone floor
she weeps as thorns pierce her skin
whilst crimson emotion pours out of her
lying, empty, on that cold stone floor
drained of all that was once her
she has finally gained that paridise
 lynsae4 · Sat Dec 03, 2005 @ 07:44pm · 0 Comments |
