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If the language of love is UN-endingthen why am I so lost for words?if there is reason and rhyme in poetrythen why can’t I simply be heard?
If ..
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Laying here looking at my arms god what haveI done I'm so tired though I can't take this s**t You took it all my soul, my life your hooks so deep bind..
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The biting wind cuts through my veins My cries are lost in the tormenting rain Thunder is rolling deep in my soul On the edge of a cliff, ready to let..
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The crowd is silent, The stage is set, Here's the motliest crew That you've ever met We have demons and ghouls, fanged bats and dark cages, Please don..
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Straight from Poland the students next doorrealise it’s a warm night. They are outside along with their music and their voices. Their good time ..
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Losing grip on reality I form my opinions based on the callous My life is lowly fading into a world of fantasy Shutting the doors closed to my sanity ..
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Death..... The remnants of your life written out on a stone. For too long has it sat unattended grass and moss now overgrown. The passage of time leav..
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I am never as perfect a picture you paint - but I still try my best because in your eyes i am beautiful though my mind is torn - still beaten, tainte..
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It starts, so they say, with a change or driftin mood, a cloud above or tarantula in the corner, a slow knocking, dropping, drifting over to the sides..
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As blackened petals of dark roses bloom so does my heart beating to an uncertain doom. Their pungent despair wafting around sprouting from blood dripp..
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