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Living
written by ForsakenDream04:55 PM 3/14/05Nothing seems to be alive.
This world will be our demise.
All the things that we have seen,
All the things that come back to me.
Even when the demon laughs,
I face him and laugh back.
The screams from the silent night,
I hold onto my pillow and I hold it tight.
Wishing on a black star,
I know they are there, they are never to far.
Holding onto everything I know,
I wish I didnt, didnt ever know.
Falling away from me this time,
Falling in between the lines.
I cant escape from this dream,
I cant live this way, I cant live like me. |
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