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A Taste Of Blood .
written by blackie-hawk05:44 PM 3/2/05He took the knife,
He ended her life.
He’d done wrong.
Now she’s singing her song,
In another place.
With another face.
A face not to be misunderstood.
A face from a distant childhood.
Smiling in the sunshine.
With a blink of sadness in her eyes,
She turns her smiling eyes.
See him and then vague recognize.
She remembers he ended her live.
Asks him what he’s doing there.
He answers that he resting were,
In the other place.
With his other face.
That this is the place he lives in,
The only place for him.
To finish it was why he was send.
But the blood circle it will never end. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by darkness_follows_me (3-2-2005 - 05:44 PM)
| i reli reli like it...i can relate with it,keep up the good work |
by rammstein-freak (4-3-2005 - 11:43 AM)
| wow, theres some poweful emotions in that poem! well done
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