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crocked as the world
that had forsaken me
im broken
inside of me..
peices of mirrors scarthed around
each stuck into me..deep
those note i found in the funeral
are those what keeps me high
my body is a corpse
cold like the winter chills
i froze to death
kiss of silence that lingers
like stings of scorpions
poison is into me now
leave these lips
longing for more of you kiss
leave this thought
as a chaos of unknown
let those sharp daggers
chase my ignorant soul
 nightmareofmarch · Fri Mar 02, 2007 @ 05:22am · 0 Comments |
