Cant kill the dead

by Angel Demetrice   Nov 1, 2007


Go ahead try me kill me,
if you think so my blood run cold,
my heart black and froze,
to listen to your wine,
I'm running out of time,
patience is boring,
the blood I do seek,
you wine to hide the pain,
you feel and in lying your pain is bebread|_

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