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Knocking down your door
Contributed by
Dion
on
Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 08:00:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Sleeping; I am dormant
Awake; I'm adamant
Take the weak and skin the poor
There's never a kiss without a knock on the door
In a black mania
I can't live with this hysteria
Much love for your last fallen foe
Hatred for the last friendship you sew
Kinder words made a plea
A softer woe with a cup of tea
I took it all; I made a blend
When I'm done you'll have to mend
Scarred the waves you throw at me
Beaten the wind that falls on me
I smell a knife buried in sand
Clues to your hand's last stand
Sickening is the giant lake
Morbid is the last wooden stake
Beat it through my heart
Please tear me apart
For I'm not worthy
I'm not well
I'm not good enough
To go to hell
And I can't break the leash I brought
And I can't stand the end I sought
Leave my blood lying on the floor
I sent my hand right through the door
Answer my call
Reply to my plea
Give me a reason
I must not flee
Copyright ©
Dion
... [
2004-12-27 08:00:48] (Date/Time posted on
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