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Too Late
written by Blackhawk01:34 AM 3/23/05You took my meaning from me.
I longed to see you beg and plea.
You say you did not mean to touch my mind.
You didn't want to find...
My obssesion and my depression.
My only form of my expression.
You take from me and I cannot wait.
Accept your punishment it's far too late.
Watch as my conscience and reason decline.
It's too late you have crossed the line.
I gave you a chance to set things right.
The gleam on my blade is shining bright.
I long to plunge this into your heart.
So much rage, I'll tear you apart.
You said you're sorry.
You can't escape your fate.
I gave you a chance.
It's far too late.
Open your eyes and see my face.
Hacking and slashing with morbid grace.
Go to your grave and never say a word.
You never listened, I was never heard.
You say you're sorry but it's too late.
You have crossed the line.
The moment has come, it is your time.
I will take my vengeance for all you took away.
I will make you regret that day.
You say you're sorry but it's too late.
The time has come for your immortal fate.
I'll stain the earth with your rueful blood.
I'll fill your grave with a crimson flood.
Accept the responsibility for all that await.
Don't say you're sorry.
It's far too late. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by depressions_slave (3-23-2005 - 05:53 AM)
| That was...... So awesome, it had so much feeling, so much was discribed. It was so -theres a word that I can't spell for it-..... Well, not that that really counted as much, because you get it all the time. |
by (guest) (3-25-2005 - 09:50 PM)
| nice... very revengeful and descriptive... liked it. |
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