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Forsaken life
written by Genocide Reaper10:28 PM 3/27/05Left undone, a broken man in, left in the noose.
Blowing in the wind.
Falling into an abyss.
A place much like this.
Forever frozen and hollow.
Such a psychotic waste.
Veins bleeding from within.
The stain appears upon my skin.
Ice sickles hanging by the window.
The one a soul could slip through.
Forsaken like the last life.
Cursed to survive.
Shackled by pain.
Enraged until driven insane.
Always the cause of the strain.
Razor blades with wings.
Angels that lost their dreams.
All open wounds filled with salt.
Death's hand we shall exalt.
The tattered toy of turmoil.
I have become.
Left in the grave, covered in red and black soil.
This, blue soul.
This, shelter less hole.
Filled to the brim of an essence so cold.
Power of plight.
Raining down.
Sending spears and points into what's left of my beating heart.
Just, close the seeking eyes.
Give them a break from the lies.
In time, they will find truth.
Then finally, be at ease. |
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