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insane

Contributed by frozensuicide on Friday, 15th November 2002 @ 05:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief

An art, is being insane,

With torment and pain.

Deprived, and disturbed,

Deranged and perturbed.

Aggravated to the bone,

Your heart made of stone.

Distorted with grieve,

Open your eyes, with perceive.

Domesticated freak,

It is I, whom you seek.

Tempestuous girl,

Within a black pearl.

Devastated and dark,

Ruined and hark.

Ember flares,

It is you who dares.

Sadistic psychotic,

Pain and chaotic.

Traumatized of eternal sleep,

Close, within deep.

Alone in time,

It is one, who is grime.

You re the dark side of me,

Light is what I see.

Pathologic, darkened light,

Slowly it comes night.

Homicidal or suicidal,

My life has come idle.

Post-traumatic stress,

I shall never be bless

Manipulated with hate,

Being of state.

This is the art of insanity,

Burning my hand on a vanity

Slitting an arm,

Mutiny harm,

Dignity lost

Insane is what it may cost

Faeries that bleed,

I’m filled with greed.

Angels that cry,

People that die.

Crimson snow,

Glistened aglow.

Silver ice,

Precise.

Broken wings, bleeding eyes,

Immortal dies.

Lingering away,

With in a day,

I seek of what is ancient

With the blooded scent.

Strings of hair,

Sliced if dare,

Cut your hands,

Pain expands,

Death is on the way.

Sooner than today.

It is I whom you seek,

Insane with bleak.

Shattered glass,

Hope that will pass.

Copyright Â© frozensuicide ... [ 2002-11-15 05:30:00]
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Re: insane (User Rating: 1 )
by elfinfarie on Thursday, 19th December 2002 @ 02:59:57 PM AEST
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oooh i love it!!!1 Espicially all the weird words you added in it. totally wicked of course. keep on posting more and more. see ya.

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