Sacrafice Myself.

Sacrafice Myself.

A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx
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08 30 2012

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Roses are golden as Hell is lingereing.
Violets are dying as I make this end.
I cannot know if you hear me sceaming.
But this is not over, your funeral won't come.
I plan to keep you alive, even if it's mine you attend.

© 2012 xXxCynicalWarsxXx


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I am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..

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