Open Doors that Lie, by lost the lonely dead Subscribe to rss feed for lost the lonely dead

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 18:57:32Loneliness 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 04:14:55lost the lonely dead
*grins* me either i just sorta wrote it well i'll work on it