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Let the darkness take over your heart. Let it in ~ Let the darkness seep in to your skin. Let it consume you~ Let th..

This is graphic, a poem about suicide. It is not about me.

I wrote this one a long time ago, and I lost it... today I found it..

Could you love my dead heart for it is tattered and torn. Could you look in to these soulless eyes, and see past this pain. Could you lay in to th..

I am a puppet I move by these strings You can make me dance and make me sing All you have to do is pull my strings I will do just about anything ..

Look in to these souless eyes. Can you tell if it’s truth or lies I draw you in with promises of lust Just one kiss and you will trust ..

Time can only erase so much pain. Tears can wash away only so much deceit. Words can chase away only so much hate. A band aid can only cov..

It is a sense of impending doom. A spine tingling chill, that will penetrate you to the core. It will not discriminated against you. It w..

Closed in by a darkness, a bleak coldness that Consumes me, dragging me under eating away at this old bitter heart. This pain is unbear..

If I could trade yesterday I would have never let you walk away If I could trade yesterday I wouldn’t have said those words to you If I..