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Heaven
Contributed by
assassinatorgirl
on
Wednesday, 24th May 2006 @ 02:01:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Blood from every pore,
And yet, you still want more.
Sheet layed over, cover your eyes
Hope no one spares you mournful cries,
but tears of laughter, up from within.
Twist it all to outside in
Heart of gold, now,
Persona, pitch black.
Cold and distant
Left dusty in back.
No receptors left for pain,
No more feelings can remain.
Frivolous talk and aimless prate,
God's pageant-winning piece of hate,
Dreams of cloning all your lives,
Being one and full of lies.
Grab your hair and pull and pull.
Rip out bits of shattered skull.
A cauldron full of steaming flames,
Hotter, Hotter, go insane.
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assassinatorgirl
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2006-05-24 14:01:57] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Heaven
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Wednesday, 24th May 2006 @ 11:40:24 PM AEST (User
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Wow, this is dark. Anatomy class never spawned any of these thoughts for me. LOL Very interesting feelings you've shared here. Peace, Laura |
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