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Sick little heart
Contributed by
mushroom
on
Friday, 14th March 2003 @ 02:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The blood runs from my fingers into your cup of death. You watch me breathe this last dying breath. What ypu see is my soul tearing two apart. I now cease to sell my heart you told me today would be the last. But I soon become your past.
Looked at me thru your eyes of fear. I held you so close but now your never near. I bleed my wrists are cut. I feel my evergrowing pain, you ***** sl*t. I hate these words pressed upon my lips but I soon will kill you so it does'nt even exist.
Speak to me in words of how you love me again. but I must consider you were never my friend now look at what you've done to me. I hate you go to hell I can't stand this. lingering in the shadow of your overwhelming stench your carcass in my attic full of unapparent rot. I hide you in the attic with the stars. I cover your face with these adolescent scars.
Now swallow me in the cold abyss of your eyes. And now forever see the pain you caused to me.
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mushroom
... [
2003-03-14 02:00:00] (Date/Time posted on
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