I Cry the RainA Poem by LivingDeathI cry the rain that falls from skies from tainted twisted messed up lies. I have no heart to tear apart you took it babe, you left your mark. Now in bed, I drip blood red from a bullet lodged in my head. And now I say on this fateful day never will I be okay. So I cry the rain that falls from skies from your tainted twisted messed up lies. © 2011 LivingDeathAuthor's Note
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Added on January 12, 2010Last Updated on August 5, 2011 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
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