Bloodly mess

by with this small heart i give u all   Aug 1, 2007


Pain cursing down my vanes
blood dripping from my head
hate scattered all over my body
as my skin starts to peel off
the times running in my head
as my spirit lies dead
its singing me a lubby to
fall asleep in its trap to say i no
longer live on earth
but for now since i do live...i will be trapped in a bloody mess....

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