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The Everlasting Anguish
written by Genocide Reaper08:18 AM 8/8/04| I'v got one bullet left. Contemplating a barrel to the temple, And end to pain. Since, I see nothing else to gain...Just more..Solitude..and crowded space. Alone cold self centered and unsheltered by the wings of an Angel, haunted by a Demoness, crawling too the gun..I'm still glad I never broke and run!> Take the safe door out, wake in afternoon light, rake all those dreams together and leave it to lifes Surrender.. My wounds are still tender. Alone cold, self centered and unsheltered by the wings of an Angel haunted by a Demoness, crawling too the gun..I'm still glad I never broke and Run..Ruined all this..Lonly fun Only to find, my loaded Gun I tried.. But I never cried, so much for self sympathy, Shun these nightmares of my mistakes, as my entire life breaks. Crawling, sprawling. Falling..and finally fucking calling to a God that seems to let me slip from his hands! souless but not goaless I have dreams, I had dreams..I want whats missing back. Left by my Angel, left to the Demoness, all alone cold in distress, silent distress, that cold dark demons caress...Reaching for the Gun as her claws screach against my steel encased heart. rusted over I'm a busted lover of HATE! |
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