

hateill hag u and tear u flesh the paste it back on reverse i have a lot of hate and guess what it decides ur fate nothing u can say ill do w/e the fuck i mayhate
ill hear ur screams ill hear ur pleads and u please music to my ears so much hate i feel
ill rip u apart disemembered not deserved torured for pain to be p[reserved
ill take ur fklesh and put it in reverse less than what u deserve
the hate decides ur fate u wont die no not yet
ahh the hate i feel after u say ur pleads and ur p


dead or dreming of hella meeting with the dead but when i go there only a mirror is placed only i cant see myself a messege fro them or am i really not myself am i dead or im i dreaming of hell eithewr way only a mirror lets nothing else to be saiddead or dreming of hell
deaming of hell onwe wiht no escape a river made diving life and death you form myself a mirror is only placed bvut i cant see myself am i dead or just trying to be
a mirros lets nothing else to be said ameeting with the dead a deeping into myself for i am them or am i jus


,,,,,,and the ligth goes out all it leaves is a cloud nothing left just down left all life to drown,,,,,,
you killed thousands you made a blood fountain
you left millions to die just so you could get on with your life
you left death you left a thousand hells
ligth goes out now only a cloud a cloud of doubt too many to count
you left thousands ablood fountain
you gave hell just so you could escape death the worst kind of friend the one that betrays you for hiself so youll just rest in hell


Timeas i burn my insides i see how slow is time we will never die we were never alive the clock wont move its spikesTime
we are stuck forever in time we are all doomed to die noone who are alive can beat time u cant slip away it made us out of death the reason for wich we will turn again
time slips away only from the dead for only they can realize they never were the clock wont move its spikes we are froever styuck in time
we live a life never realize its just a lie we live in hope to die but this only tim


friday's flower girlshredded butterfly wings fall from the sky but it takes more than that to make this child cryfriday's flower girl
hotel sign flashing, not the words she wants to see the lights scream out ‘ no vacancy’
alone, uncared for, but still she finds happiness inside she is gone from the horrible prison; no longer must she hide
Friday’s Flower Girl ran away from home, no one ever told her that it’s no more fun to be alone
her pretty white skirt is stitched and torn and the puppy-dog look on her face is sad and forlorn
her daddy hit her, while she listened to mom scream t
Lake

Run away...Ran away from home Lost everything I ever owned Walked up the highway Until I heard someone say:Run away...
Get up and face your grave Isn’t that what you crave? Undo your name on the tombstone Withdraw every single bone
Cried so much under the rain Nobody to understand my pain Hid from the thunder under a tree Heard someone calling me:
Get up and face your today Your lack of dignity has made you this way Undo your name from the wall of disgrace Go home to begin again; start by washing your face
Knocked on the door to home Fe
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If you like a piece by an artist, whether poetry, art, photography or so forth, chances are you'll like their other pieces.
One of the qualities that I have is that I think, its not necessarily the best quality, but nevertheless a quality
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someone tell me what is the F*&^$£G point
The Kinkiest Vamp
and no prob
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your face could last forever,
if only i could inhale for sure .
jessica
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