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dont really have a title yet..When the candles gutter and the bedsheets entangle me in the convolutions of an indistinctly menacing emptiness, and i wander like a lost child through gaping chasms of the unfamiliar terrain of loneliness-- When the light flickers like a moth against the face of this black world and my soul is flailed in the silent faces of loves lost in time, and I feel the nails driving me through; when there is nothing to forgive, and the penance seemsdont really have a title yet..
too light--
It is in these times of horror when the town clock rings only a mo
by ~scattered666pieces
The stormI hear you walking down the hallThe storm
and like an earth quake
my body shakes
afraid to feel the pain
or your cold hand
afraid to hear
the razor sharp words
that pour out of your evil mouth
afraid that at any minute
I could be lying on the floor
with no feeling
just bleeding
I hear you open my door
a shearing pain
runs through my body the door comes flying open almost as if
trying to escape its hinges
all I hear is a muffled screaming like a pillow over your head
in a thunder storm
she is like a tornado &nb
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An over dose on pain is when someone takes their life away.
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i solemnly swear i am up to no good
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By the dawn! I live my life. Guided by all that is right...
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An over dose on pain is when someone takes their life away, when tears turn into rain.
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