My Message

by JHN   Jun 3, 2007


My heart from your soul,
My veins from your blood,
Crucify them into your bone;
For my 4yrs of suffering.

Moisture of our memories
Sterilized by your nasty pain,
And my wacky day
Will gone by the way.

I saw you dreaming on the moon,
You saw me catching emotion.
Hallucination replaces my sedation
And your hope for agony.

My last will live,
Is my last will to love you.
I need your thought
To end these creepy poem.

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