Cold
Contributed by
Kane
on
Wednesday, 10th January 2007 @ 07:37:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Peel the skin from the flesh, the flesh from the bone, why does my bed look like a casket, why do I feel so cold,
Blood runs free, blood covers me, my blood is my bond, my bond is broke on the ashes I choke,
Deep inner pain, pain from within, within comes my demon, my demon my friend,
Sun is black, black is the sun,the sun cries blood for the brith of the unholy one,
Time moves slow, slow moves the time, I slice my wrist as proof of the sign,
Red becomes the water, the water becomes red, I lie in wait to pronouce myself dead,
I close my eyes, my eyes I do close, for faces of death I do pose,
My lungs my heart, my heart my lungs, it won't be long before this life is done,
I see the light, the light I do see, but it's not heaven, it's the demons devoring me,
Bones began to burn, burn does my bones, the soul is released to the unknown,
Enternity is hell, hell is enternity, Satan grabs hold and won't let go of me,
My soul is damned, damned is my soul, the flames so hot I've become cold.
Heart & Soul
Kane
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Kane
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2007-01-10 07:37:09]
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