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"True Face"
Silver eyes scanning a pale white room agian. A numb mind listening to the screaming silance. The whipsering voices now screaming in her ears. It used to be so easy to ignore them, It used to be so easy to forget the distructive urges. Alas now it was all in vain as always, For now she sits, seeking help wanting to be free, But, she'll never be free, not like this. No she feels her only way out is death. No one but few know of her fears and voices, Few know of her urges to hsi very day. The last one who could help her that she told, Oh that wicked one, only told her of an overactive imaganation. yes, maybe she's right, maybe it's all in her head. Explain the scar and cut on her inner left thigh then! Explain the screams at night for her troubled mind! No more lies, no more happy face! Today is the day we see her true face
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Posted by: bunny2000 Tue Mar 15, 2005 @ 01:41am
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"Truth of Words"
These poetic lyrics I sing to you, Only written down so I can't scream to you. The words I speak today are real, What I write is what I feel and will do. In the past my words have been just that, words. I spoke emotions with no intent to follow. But now I fear that I'm closer to the edge, Closer now more then I've ever been. I fear for my life and the lives of those I love. Am I speaking of murder and suicide? No, never, just simple suicide for me. I fear that others will follow me if I die, But I'm starting not to care as time draws near. The time has come for me to pass, It's time for this broken angel to bleed. His wings must now spread and lift him up. Fly into the heavens and sleep sound once again. When the time comes I'll return darlings, But alas, that won't be for a long time now. May the angels watch you sleep my dears, Whilst I am watched by demond alike and scream.
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Posted by: bunny2000 Tue Mar 15, 2005 @ 01:40am
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poitry
"Love"
Love, a word or a real emotion? It it just said to ease minds or is it real? A beautiful flame hot to the touch but warm to the soul. Lovers holding that flame close to them, never burning. Alas I'll never hold that flame in my hands, I'll never know it's burning touch and light. All I have with it is pain, such hated pain. The pain of sharp steel sliding through soft flesh. Suicidle, is he? they ask when they hear these words. Yes my dears, this angel is no more. The prophacy has come to pass now, In three days time now I shall leave. No more pain will I cause anyone, No more blood will be shed by my words. You won't have to worry any more child, I'll be alive some day again but not today. In three days time blood will be shed for love. Love has caused me this, my own words bring this. Never again will I abuse the gift of love, Sadly nore will I be here to enjoy the beauty of it.
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Posted by: bunny2000 Tue Mar 15, 2005 @ 01:39am
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Posted by: bunny2000 Tue Mar 15, 2005 @ 01:38am
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Posted by: bunny2000 Tue Mar 15, 2005 @ 01:36am
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