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blood stained kisses
written by Genocide Reaper12:18 PM 12/10/04| It took only moments to see that I had made a mistake. This gift was called a cursed. Love. I hate love, it makes me feel sick to my stomech, to become lonly and cold, is to take the lone road, and kill everyone with some feelings inside. A consecrated defiance stuck in my mind. A piece of shrapnal deep in my heart, the scarred mind, and soul wanders alone, in and out the door of life, cold, sleeping beneath the tomb stone. Leaving roses behind the meaning, and blood stained kisses on the pillow soaked in sweat and tears. Coming to a direct conclusion of psychopathic rages is easy, you just need to kill the greedy. And all those feelings. And all the love. Just, slit its throat, bleed it dry, hang it upside down, feet aimed for the sky, tell Christ when you get to Hell, the meaning is beneath the tombstone, the message is attached to the roses left behind whats beneath, and that the answers rest upon the tear stained pillow. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by silent_screams (12-10-2004 - 12:20 PM)
by dacode05 (12-10-2004 - 04:13 PM)
| Don't fight me in your visions...and don't struggle me in your dreams. I will be with you. A demoness turned. I love you, my lord. You know me...clear your sight. I will return when it is time. |
by devilchild01 (12-10-2004 - 05:32 PM)
| very good but then its you and your stuffies are always goods |
by Dark_Tisiphone (12-11-2004 - 07:45 PM)
| good job geno. but then again almost all you do is superior to mine. keep on goin' |
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