freedom so far away
hope not quite so near
hatred spread around
love on the ground
alone in the dark
quiet all around
shivers and shakes
razors and blades
cuts that bleed
scars that never fade
we need to heal
but we need to feel
the pain we feel; its real
we think were gone
we think were fake
we feel the pain
we knows its real
thats reality, whats so great about it anyway?
~laura~
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Demented Wrath, a role playing guild where horror is the name of the game and surviving is the only option.