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[title] => Mask Of Insanity
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[bodytext] => I walk with the living and I walk with the dead I am bleeding to death, but I have never bled I am never hungry and I am never fed I walk through the darkness, this black kind of red I pray with the angels and I chant with the demons I don’t believe in anything, but there’s nothing I don’t believe in My home is between the dark and the light Right in between the Earth and the sky. That place between the particles of air that no one ever sees Find a way into that place and that’s where you’ll find me. The Nosferatu are my friends The vampires are my distant kin I’m human on the outside but not within To my kind I live in goodness, to the church I live in sin I am capable of love but I prefer to live in hate I could go to heaven when I die but I prefer hell’s black gate I could destroy the world right here and now, but I prefer to wait I could’ve killed myself years ago, but now it’s much too late. Now can you tell my mind is bent It’s just a little warped The enigma of my life and mind I’m trying to un-sort A heart can only take so much pain Before it finally snaps And then to hide the scars and pain Your mind just paints it black But underneath the black layer of my heart That seems so frightful and cold There’s a little girl, hurt tired and scared Of which no one is ever told. But when I remember that little girl Trapped deep inside of me The black cover squeezes my heart So that I can no longer breathe The tears start to fall down my cheeks Wishing for life again But never able to save that girl She remains hidden, tortured within So never able to show the tears Always on my face I’m forced to return to who you know To my sick, black-hearted ways But that little girl is praying That someone may free her still And even though I may not go to heaven Maybe, somehow, she will. So while I commit acts of terror, speak of darkness and evil within While I think of blood and torture of death, even commit self-mutilation The more I speak of this the more this little girl dies Know while you run in fear of me, an innocent girl is running out of time. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 48 [informant] => blackfire9786 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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