left for dead
I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding for you,
Breathing the rape that I long ago knew.
I drown in a lake filled with crimson fire,
How deep are the scars in my mind?
I take a walk on a cold Autumn night,
I inhale the stars, and drown in my fright.
Does it really take torturing children,
When armageddon comes, where will you sit?
Swallow the bitter taste, you once deeply craved,
So cry a sad smile as frail as morpheous.
Feed me but it is not worth dying for,
My son he has come, to carry me home.
Look all around, the world is a dream,
I travel to places I have never seen.
Terror above, beautiful as the night,
Black butterflys swim in full flight.
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2007-10-10
09:55:51
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