Forgetful Past
Secrets of my pounding heart
deceitful and full of anger...
bleeding the phsycotic past
shameful that it didn't vanish fast...
rewind it over and over in my head...
look at me ... how much I've bled!
to foget, ...I don't know how?
with a rusty dagger I shall stab it, but how???
stab... stab... STAB!!!
Oh how it hurts... it hurts...
why wont it just bleed?
almost like undying weeds...
stab... stab... STAB!!!
ughhh.... bring me back to sane....
AGHHH!!! look at my hands I've really gone INSANE!!!
BY *RPG
2007-06-21
06:30:45
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