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[aid] => mick
[title] => The angel of death
[time] => 2005-04-08 14:18:43
[hometext] => Well, an old poem of mine that I have tried to fix up
[bodytext] => Nobody can really see me what I am trying to be The only things I really want Is those things that I can't I want to sleep, to never be awake People can't see that I am fake The mask that I do show It will only start to grow When I close my eyes I see people who dies The solitude is killing me, can not you see ? I've heard that the ice is made to be broken But I am left here all alone to get choken I can not take this burden no more It is killing me, this huge sore. I could have take your breath Because I am the angel of death In the shadow we angels walk together we angels talk With black wings we fly But the secret is, even angels do cry. The tears I have cried, God nows I have tried. I am so exhausted you know, the biggest question is how I need the strenght to move on Feels like the bad angels won Why can not I feel the cold breeze? Why am I left here alone to freeze? I just want to be set free and make people once again start believing in me. I hope one day they will see That I am inside of thee I am everywhere but still not there I hope one day I will find peace Instead of beeing just a piece Of meat in the devils mouth deep in the south No one can tell you where but I can tell you that the angel of death was here [comments] => 5 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 13 [informant] => gothicangel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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