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Running like the wind Flying through the trees Blood drying on his skin Forming sticky rivers Under cover of darkness Sneaking through the sh..

A painful memory of the days before has opened my mind and unlocked the door My head is heavy My heart burns with pain A friendship is lost ..

I sit here gazing at the sky, and dreaming as the days go by. Of mystic places far away, where the unicorns go to play. I am traveling in my min..

In the cool air the night withdraws leaving behind the tiny wisps of fog that trail the roads and wandering paths down to the smoky bogs. The silv..

Drawn to one Bound to another The time has come To choose my path My body is screaming With a burning passion While my mind is trying To..

Through an eternity I was your little girl, But now you let the truth unfurl. Am I just another lost soul Left beside the road? You were ..

No tears were ever shed for me When I walked out of the light. No thoughts are ever spared for me As I wander through the night. Alone I ven..

Slipping away into madness, Falling into the dark. Huddled in a corner, While on the walls she marks. She writhes upon the floor And scra..