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Dieing
written by Genocide Reaper06:39 AM 8/9/04| I'm speechless my Dear, Envyless ever so near.. I want nothing you have. Nothing to Gain. Nothing to Bring.. I just want to see the end.. The end to the Torment and the Pain. Mankind is a Virus. Mankind is a High Rise, soon to collapse onto the face of the World, down an endless Pitch spiral. I have too much Hate to Love... And I know I'll die alone.. I don't even feel like trying to find that special some one anymore. to, pick the Bone. I'm sick of thinking about it, I'm sick of trying it out, I'm so tired, so frail, bleak, and pale. I'm fading. On the inside only am I falling. On the outside I'm strong, sterdy. Rough. But the Good in me is being Suffocated, evaporated, Emaciated, Ahnilated, Obliterated, by that Demon...I can't keep up the smiles for much longer. I don't care anymore. I just think, I need to see Judgement day. Before he forever takes over. And forever takes me away. |
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Good dies. The Darkness Arise.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-9-2004 - 06:43 AM)
| very nice...powerful and deep...you never cease to amaze me with your skill |
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