My, by Broken-Hearted Angel. |
My eyes are made of – sharp – glass. Come…look into them, And try to find me. My heart is ~ice~. Come…Hold it, And try to make me love. My Fingers are made of --razors-- Come…..take my hand, And watch the blood drip down Then fall into the sinking sand. |
Posted: 2005-11-05 18:21:25 UTC |
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