There is a pain..., by lost the lonely dead
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I see a scar, no clothing can hide
I see a pain, no makeup betrays
I've found the source, of all the blood
A wound so deep, and a stab, a knife
Coming from your back it protrudes menacingly
Glaring, asking, what will I do now?
I see a depth, no smile hides
I see a death, the eyes believe
I've found no cure, to stop the bleeding
A sleep so deep, you stand, still asleep
Coming from your dreams of perfect innocence
Begging, pleading, what will you do now?
I cant see all the pain
I cant cure it all away...
just something i wrote..its a little rough but...yeah... |
| Posted: 2006-04-06 16:48:22 UTC |
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| 2006-02-28 20:29:07 | lost the lonely dead |
| oh wouldn't you like to know? *grins* well i'll talk to you about it but you still have a question to ask me and you know how horrable i am at taking this suspense i might explode, ok maybe not...whatever but i will say it's someone we know |
| 2006-03-01 06:38:12 | Loneliness is condescending |
| i would like to know much yes that question will you explode may i see? i'll ask it later
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| 2006-03-01 15:16:50 | lost the lonely dead |
| *grins* ok well unfortunately there would be blood if i blew so maybe i should keep the cork on it, anyway this is sort of a result of reading some of 'someones' poetry on 'some' poetry site i think maybe.... |
| 2006-12-06 03:19:20 | User |
| Hey..this is so relatable to me..some scars does last forever and some wounds never heals.. |