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Bleeding soul
written by Genocide Reaper10:33 PM 4/7/05Bind me,
cut free the lies.
Into eternity I rise.
That which I loved has died.
That which I had, now gone.
Its over, done.
Blood on my hands,
What kind of creature am I?
A man?
Death surrounds this world,
Such wicked deceit in this love.
How many wrong idea’s can I use?
Hell’s fury is quite blurry.
Guess its time to unleash the insanity.
Child hood reminder’s, mostly faded, with anger.
Waiting in this pit.
Wondering why I never quit. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by XpaperdollX (4-7-2005 - 10:40 PM)
| Your a warrior that's why you don't quit and your an amazing writer, as you shall always here me say. I loved this one. So well written. |
by Genocide Reaper (4-7-2005 - 10:45 PM)
| A warriors spirit has always lead me.. But hey, its hard to exist some times.. We all have a bad day, or a fucked up time. Only one thing to do.. Fight through them. |
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