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dead like me
written by bloodlyvalentine10:58 PM 2/10/05nothing is real.
not the tears i cried for you,
nor the blood that escaped my wrists.
not the beautiful red rose,
laying on my grave.
she stares into nothingness
as she bleeds away the pain
untill there is nothing left to bleed,
no tears to cry.
no life inside.
she lays dead.
dead like me.
your tears stain the gray stone
of my grave.
a grave used for the living
and not the dead.
but they mean nothing to me.
im forgotten...
like the wilted red rose.
i watch in my damned silence
as people walk all over my dead sin.
people who did just the same
when i was real.
revenge is sweet,
and best served cold.
they wont live for what they did to me.
their souls should rot in hell.
once, along time ago,
i was the dirt under your shoes.
now i am dead.
but nothing has changed. |
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