UntiltedA Story by Protect Me Demons That Come At Night
I see your face for the first time
you never died you stayed alive I can't breathe and I'm falling into the water I'm bleeding I'm bleeding oh God help me now I loved you and you're supposed to be dead but now you're alive sucking me dry how did you live how could you after the bullets that were shot out? Was this some kind of test, some kind of emotional game? Oh my God I can't see anymore and you're drowning me in a pool of blood. You're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive you're alive I can see your face I can hold your hand but are you a demon or are you Mack?
© 2011 Protect Me Demons That Come At NightAuthor's Note
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Added on August 24, 2011 Last Updated on August 24, 2011 AuthorProtect Me Demons That Come At NightHomeAboutSo..my name is Alice I'm seventeen years old I write poems and books Welcome to my world more..Writing
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