I must, I have to, I don't want to, don't make me, by poison girl Subscribe to rss feed for poison girl

Not again
I cant take it again
the blood is too thick
my mouth is too quick

my teeth are too sharp
The screams are too sharp
the blood is spewed
the pain is crued

The limbs grow lifeless
the heart grows lifeless
The air becomes quiet
the dead shows no riot

the living fears me
the dead envy me
doomed to hunt again
there I go again


Posted: 2006-04-05 05:20:04 UTC

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2007-05-21 17:04:10Angel of Music
Great job!