Winding paths of ruby gems,
This is where my anger stems.
Fight it all, in pain we strain,
This is where I grow insane.
Black eyes glitter with tales unknown,
This is where I was sown.
Knives impaled, their blood will seep,
This is where I fall asleep.
Auburn hair, flames of red,
This is exactly what she said.
This day you will die,
A thousand souls,
And yet I lie.
I have yet to reach,
A life gone by,
And this is why,
I always sigh,
And while alone,
I always cry.
 [.Dieing.Inside.] · Mon Nov 13, 2006 @ 01:25am · 0 Comments |
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