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Fallen Illness
written by Misery05:24 PM 7/7/04i don't know what to choose
for some reason i can't figure out what to do
i can't stand
everyone wants to make some type of demand
my eyes are watery
i can't keep my eyes on anything
although i can't seem to move i have everything done
no I am not having fun
i can't talk
i can't walk
i can't even stay on one thought
the sun rised, it's now adding onto my pain
the poisioned blood drink from last night
caused this blurry sight
i can't remember if there was a struggle or fight
i can't reach any darkness
from the poisioned blood came this fallen illness
i want my darkness
i want my coffin bed
never shall i take anything from you, which you have given me to feed...
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