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yet for all the balance i preach
all the words i speak too help thouse few
i hold close too my heart
the few who i allow past the masks
for some reason
i cant not help
but wonder which one shall be the next
too bleed me from these once healed wounds
and yet again with in my heart think fondly of them
for some reason
i cant not turst even those i love
for this cold wall of
frozen of blacken blood
that freezes my touch
as the waters of winter
as midas and his greed,
the longing for harmth in my heart
shall not go unpunished
by my own stupidity
 hellflame3000 · Fri Jan 14, 2005 @ 10:25pm · 0 Comments |
