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deaths kiss

Contributed by aprillie on Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 02:50:35 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

i am dead lying here apon the floor
my heart still heats but i am no more
cant you tell that my soul is shattered
i spent my life beaten and battered
the girl youre looking at isnt me
she ran away a long time ago
left this place and went below
her body is tainted with all kinds of scars
pictures of things, words, and stars
cant you tell im dead but with a heartbeat
a zombie walking dead apon my feet
im cold to the touch like ice
i gave my own body as my own sacrifice
maybe the devil can do something better with it
comeon hommie before i go just one more hit
there we go im good now lets do this *****
slit my wrist here right quick
the blood is flowin all over the floor
i hope my momma dont walk through that door
I dont think i could handle her horrified face
all i want is to leave the wiked world without a trace
as my life flashes before my eyes
I remember every one of your stupid lies
"i love you we'll always be together"
you lied and turned my sun into gloomy weather
***** why aint i dead yet
the bloods just mixing with my sweat
maybe i should swallow theses here pills
Make my blood faster as is spills
Yeah hommie thats the *****
grade my incense and get it lit
even though im about to die
I dont want my body smellin like a pig sty
oh ***** now im really starting to feel this
im so happy i finally got deaths kiss
Ha, did you think that this was real
that this was the true ***** deal
hope this is just my untrue story
And if you beleived it i dont feel sorry

Copyright © aprillie ... [ 2004-06-13 14:50:35]
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Re: deaths kiss (User Rating: 1 )
by screwup on Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 04:25:27 PM AEST
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I have to say even though that wasn't true, that was awesome! keep up the good work.

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