murmors of anxiety

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By lost the lonely dead •

The tremors that plague and shake bitter bones the knife which renders my heart open wide It was just an innocent event a fake mustache now the face of a girl broken chains fall limp freedom hides away Now it speaks of evil intent it's as if to say the grace of the rose was just a facade now my compass dead But i assure you i ment i spin innertly but there's little to do yet follow the blood my life you hold tight Only to love you alone soul murmors voices you still dont let go the trail of blood thick yet i cant discern But it didnt happen... i mumble murmorings the voice of my death echos softly and i shall secure it forever in the skulls of the living them that did vengence and had no right youve sold me your souls for blood

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March 11, 2007 19:40Faith

Very interesting, still not sure what to make of it though. Maybe i'll read it over a couple more times...

June 11, 2007 17:10lost the lonely dead

half the stuff i spew on here i dont know what to make of either thanks for reading it though