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My nightmare
written by Genocide Reaper06:41 AM 11/19/04| Its just too much for me to take, to grim a nightmare to wake. Trim the skin and make ammend, for the shadows coming in..Feel my second win..Break my number one fear..Shed no tears for you or me, waste no hope on false peers. Your just what they wanted..A whole selfish shortage of exageration humilation, embaress yourself..Want me to save you?!.(...) It must be just, for me to stand and rust, I'll stand here until I'm dust, and shave off all the blood crust. Gruesome it may seem, so make me a sweet scream. Awaken from the dream! Turned nightmare! I bare! All scars! I care! All scares are just too, REAL!. Cut to a deal, your life is all still. Slipping away! Wait for a better day! Wake me! demons haunting! beaten thoughts! Devil's caught me in a web of nightmares! my dreams! are much to surreal! far to real! way to steal! The hope they had, I'm glad I'm gone away from the bitter day! Clad of steel! nightmare, still to real!> |
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This is an old one.. I just thought I'd put it up here, because Iv got a shitload of works of art nobody has ever seen..
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