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she enters into a eternal darkness
with her broked heart,she only wants to cry
the sadness on her eyes
she killed all her imaginary friends
in the dark,she remembers what happenwith her cold breath,with goth clothes and her black hair,
she hides her eyes,
she doesn't want to know anything or everything
in the rain,she remembers every word he said
she was in love,he was her sun

he lived her without thinking that she could died
looking at her windown,she sees black shadows
she sees the stars and she cryes
she has a knife on her hand,her blood,
she closest the door,she doesn't want to be here anymore,now the sun is hiding behind the moon
a total eclipse,it's all shadows,it's all darkness
she in the floor saying goodbye to this cruel world
saying the words,she finds in her mind,
her eyes stayed looking outside

she's awake outside,she's dead inside
they pray for her,for her spirit,for her soul
she stays in that room in her cold emptyness
allways watching the moon,she can't remember
what happen it seems she is not happy,
now she's lost in that dark room
she is lost foreverand she can't never,
be back again,bacause she can't find a way
because she's not awake,because she's dead
just because she killed her self.
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sHe ReMeMbErS

Contributed by MysticFireFairy on Tuesday, 20th December 2005 @ 10:22:27 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

A mind built with dust
she enters into a eternal darkness
with her broked heart,she only wants to cry
the sadness on her eyes
she killed all her imaginary friends
in the dark,she remembers what happenwith her cold breath,with goth clothes and her black hair,
she hides her eyes,
she doesn't want to know anything or everything
in the rain,she remembers every word he said
she was in love,he was her sun

he lived her without thinking that she could died
looking at her windown,she sees black shadows
she sees the stars and she cryes
she has a knife on her hand,her blood,
she closest the door,she doesn't want to be here anymore,now the sun is hiding behind the moon
a total eclipse,it's all shadows,it's all darkness
she in the floor saying goodbye to this cruel world
saying the words,she finds in her mind,
her eyes stayed looking outside

she's awake outside,she's dead inside
they pray for her,for her spirit,for her soul
she stays in that room in her cold emptyness
allways watching the moon,she can't remember
what happen it seems she is not happy,
now she's lost in that dark room
she is lost foreverand she can't never,
be back again,bacause she can't find a way
because she's not awake,because she's dead
just because she killed her self.

Copyright © MysticFireFairy ... [ 2005-12-20 22:22:27]
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Re: sHe ReMeMbErS (User Rating: 1 )
by Aquaelius on Tuesday, 20th December 2005 @ 11:02:32 PM AEST
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The whole getting lost in the dark... I like that, it's true we can all get lost and not find our way back. Also:
"because she's dead
just because she killed her self."
this sounds really strong to me.

Thanks for sharing.

Aq.

Re: sHe ReMeMbErS (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 22nd December 2005 @ 02:00:26 PM AEST
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A most skillful and artistic peice of dark craftsmenship, very well done and most enjoyable 2 read . . .

Ben

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