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Burning dry
Contributed by
LevyMetal
on
Wednesday, 23rd February 2005 @ 09:31:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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White assumptions and flowers in bloom
Its always spring inside my room
(im all mixed up, but i cant figure out how)
Fans on high and sheets bleed of red
Losing life on top of my own bed
(never could exhale, but i cant even inhale now)
Shadows haunt and walls close in
I count all the vanity in my sin
(im all drugged up, lost the way to reality)
Carpet stains and punctured doors
I barely can see my dim lamp light anymore
(Holding back emotions, from dramtic humanity)
These sick four walls have hidden me
I cut myself until i bleed
(im all mixed up, but i cant figure out how)
I hate myself, and this damn room knows it
The world grows cold so i run through my door and close it
(never could exhale, and its all better now)
Copyright ©
LevyMetal
... [
2005-02-23 21:31:14] (Date/Time posted on
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