

Recently DeceasedThe knife cuts deeper than I thought it would It pierces through the skin and I start to bleed The blood drips down and smashes on the floor I pull the blade away and it's covered with my crimson colored blood You just stand there and watch, with open eyes but don't try to stop me My body slides off the chair, but my hand still grips the knife tightly I need to cut a couple more times, because im not dead on the outsideRecently Deceased
Only on the inside, you killed that part of me But that's the past and this is the present Try to slash my throat but my limbs have gone numb Can't feel anythi
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Giving BreathYour a lieGiving Breath
A lie An awful life And I knew not why But I kept your picture In my mind For years to come It still remains alive Alive -
I'm still alive After all I've done Turning into no one
A lie - A lie I'm an awful lie And I carried all this by and by Just to hide from passing time Call me up on my crimes I deserve the judgment I thought I knew what love meant But I guess I was a little off...
So we're both lies But were both alive So lets take these lives And make a fighting chance
| Hii so ya i'm robert and I love writing, poems, stories, quotes etc. I've posted the first 2 parts to my story the fallen angels ascension but i haven't finished because of writers block >.< hate it. I won't be posting anything for a while so yeah. I can't draw for my life so I doubt you'll ever see any drawings or anything, oh and i love writing songs i wish you could post songs (not just the lyrics) on here though. So that's all there is to know bout me. |
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+.I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get ya, Satan get ya
AC/DC-hells bells.+
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to him she is the taste of winter,
but the feel of warm day in summer,
her voice is that of autumn; golden and red, orange even,
and her love is like spring time, constantly growing and changing every season.
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to him she is the taste of winter,
but the feel of warm day in summer,
her voice is that of autumn; golden and red, orange even,
and her love is like spring time, constantly growing and changing every season.
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