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 Apr 14 2005, 05:48 PM
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 Vive y Deja Vivir  Group: Established Members Posts: 549 Joined: 24-October 03 From: Baltimore, Maryland. Blieve, hon. Member No.: 672 Gender: Female  |
I dunno, I try to be a poet, sometimes it works, other times it doesn't. Go ahead, tear me a new hole, everyone:
Father, Win me over, clever lies Make me believe it's real I'll be there at the end of the night. Resurrect like the Holy Son My dead body waste I'll be there at the end of the night. Your calculated kind words and silver promises plagued with tarnish Blind my senses so I'll be there at the end of the night. Marionette, I have a painted smile Knot my strings, lock me in the dark again I'll be there at the end of the night. Cripple me with fear Starve me with my own barren spine I'll be there at the end of the night. Inside. Always inside. My soul sucked swollen my rotted lips. You and I both know I'll be there at the end of the night. -------------------- "As life gets longer, awful feels softer,
Well it feels pretty soft to me. And if it takes sh*t to make bliss, Well I feel pretty blissfully." |
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)DonkeyRoo( i liked it alot, its really deep, well done Apr 24 2005, 03:21 PM Apollyon Wow. That imagery is really powerful. I'm no... Apr 29 2005, 03:31 AM
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