Black Unknown.

by kel   Nov 9, 2005

Lying on my bed,
My dreams have come true,
With this sharp razor blade,
I rid this world of you,
Yet I am you,
And you is me,
So hand in hand we flee,
From this pain and misery,
To the black unknown,
Where nothings better.
But it's not the same,
It's simply the world of the forgotten.


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