Open Doors that Lie, by lost the lonely dead
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Down this bent and backward hall to the end of life
Many doors open up promting me at first to choose
At first i do only to find it never was my choice
They decieved me into believing in myself to choose
Fate's sinister smile creeping me out making me shudder
A broken heart spills its tears making me pace
Doors slam leaving a ringing in my ears
The locks click in place dancing with ticking time
Fate impails my cold damp forehead
Killing my personality forever
Re reading this i find it a bit choppy sorta myself |
Posted: 2006-04-06 16:47:16 UTC |
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2005-12-06 18:57:32 | Loneliness is condescending |
i'm not sure about this one somehting just sounds off about it but i dont know what your going for |
2005-12-07 04:14:55 | lost the lonely dead |
*grins* me either i just sorta wrote it well i'll work on it
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