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Drowning in my Blood
written by EvilTiger06:33 PM 12/18/04I choke and feel like my throat is cut from the inside.My work is burn with the scratchs of demon's tricks.People feel like snakes ready to strike fear from my heart.The real evil is when someone hates a person for nothing with a whisper of death.The ordinary will annihilate the imagination of hellish dreams. I'm suffocating without the torment of a rare person.This will make me perish in the fiery abyss of hate.
The odor of death,
The suffocating of my blood in my lungs,
This bite of sharp fangs tearing in my flesh is a fiery sense of lost,
Now I die without love of a unknown soul with these dreams some people call nightmares. |
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A rare sense that some don't understand.
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