PoeGirl
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Registered: 07-2003
Location: playing with my inner demons
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painted black
In this room
painted black,
I pull the knife
out of my back.
I feel the blood
rushing down,
making puddles
on the ground.
I hear your voice
as you laugh,
I have no choice
and so I cry,
in this room painted black,
wishing i would die.
I feel around,
I cannot see,
anywhere else
i'd rather be.
And so I crawl
on hands and knees
over shattered glass
as I bleed.
I cry for help,
I see you smile
I can't help but think
that all the while
your soul is painted black
and my pain is all you need.
so my blood will pay the toll,
for all your selfish greed.
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Welcome to my hell
my field of bloody roses
always bound to be a thorn
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5/16/2004, 8:45 pm
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