Useless soul being eaten outside in
Syringe stealing the pain, ending the sin
Mummified pain to die like nothing
Fear is hate, its real its something
Damsel maybe but no where near distress
Clamped up thoughts soon to be headlined press
Stale unconsciousness, a bitter sweet dream
A life less corpse, heart torn, no seams
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Prompt 6
Dark and twisted.. Hope thats okay.
A contest entry
- Die Like You Mean It by High-on-Death.
300 points, ended April 20, 2008, 11 entries
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