The roses thorns have ripped the skin
Unsettled darkness closes in
No shadows fall apon the ground
There is no light to go around
The mask was ripped from dying face
No dead skin now to cover base
No sun to light the darkened day
Nore even stars to light the way
I've kept the tears beneath the skin
And now know no one should get in
I'll sit and watch the rain fall down
And sleep and dream of how to drown
My body has a thousand scars
I lay here dead on shattered glass.
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Encourage Advanced Critique.
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feel the wave.
No to the NWO!
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They come to take you away,
No dream, No sleep no living now
Darkness surrounds you all.
What once where tears
Have failed away,
No eyes for them to fall.
you write so wonderfully. we are like soulmates acrross the ways.
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backwards into nothing
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A Mask Made of Flesh and Thorns
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YaY!
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Encourage Advanced Critique.
~BadReligion-fans
feel the wave.
No to the NWO!
[link]
end of transmission...
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A Mask Made of Flesh and Thorns
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backwards into nothing
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A Mask Made of Flesh and Thorns
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backwards into nothing
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