And tonight she sees
Withered, disfigured dreams
A poem scribed on her soul
Searching everywhere
For an antidote to her nightmare
She's alone
She is at once approached
By a faceless demon
Waiting to die
As her memory fades away
Her body lay
On a rose covered bed of nails
Push through her skin
Twisted nails of sin
Hoping that this death may fail
Her blood crying from the wound
Her mind is healed
And she's alive gain
Sew up the sore
And remember before
When her life was great
Go back to these times
As midnight chimes
Death surrounds but life was her fate.















Comments
This one is quite dark... and scares me a bit... I love the concept of death being a release, and life a torture.
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It's better now, with fire on your tongue.
Why does it scare you a bit?
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ButTheFallWillBeFantasticAndWh at'sLeftIsNothingButPerfection
Actually, I don't like feelings.
If there's a chance I might feel down or get hurt I usually steer clear... or pretend it's not there.
I need to see you
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It's better now, with fire on your tongue.
Are you going to be in S[cunt]horpe anytime soon? If you are, let me know and I'll see if I can come say hello.
Miss you
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ButTheFallWillBeFantasticAndWh at'sLeftIsNothingButPerfection
I'm getting my tongue pierced and would love it if you'd come hold my hand...
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It's better now, with fire on your tongue.
And I'd love to go with you when you get your piercing, I love watching people get pierced, seeing as though I can't always watch myself.
Becky xxx <3
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ButTheFallWillBeFantasticAndWh at'sLeftIsNothingButPerfection
Hope you keep well.
Love you.
Bobbiex
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It's better now, with fire on your tongue.
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