My, by Broken-Hearted Angel. Subscribe to rss feed for 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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