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sunken this low
Contributed by
spazz911
on
Saturday, 16th April 2005 @ 10:11:30 PM in AEST
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there is writing on my walls...
and its written in my blood
and i wish i could tell you right now what it says
but i cant it would hurt me
let my secrets fly free
this confusion I'm trapped in
its getting out of hand
and I'm afraid of whats happening
its to fast to demand
i need this to stop
get this blood off my walls
because no one is listening
to what i have to say
im saying it somehow
but it might be too late
too late to make changes
to make it all right
the only thing gleaming
is my blood tonite
its hard to except
that i've sunkin this low
to the bottom of hell
where the evil things grow
Copyright ©
spazz911
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2005-04-16 22:11:30]
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Re: sunken this low
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by Essentially9 on
Saturday, 16th April 2005 @ 10:20:23 PM AEST
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| there is always paint to cover the walls that we wish to forget. great poem, but has a rambling type tone to it. |
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Re: sunken this low
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by blue_angel on
Saturday, 16th April 2005 @ 10:30:04 PM AEST
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| great write... im impressed. but kc, im here... for now neways. ill always be there by you in spirit ok? dont worry about me, worry about yourself. plenty of ppl are listening but you wont listen to them either. you can tell me what it says... ok? |
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