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Scream my name, bathe me in tears / Cry out for mercy, tell me your fears / As I carve my name into your back / Pull harder on your bindings till your wrists almost snap / Shave your head, unveiling the white soft ski
by DirtyDeerock
32 lines, 6 comments,
on Jun 3 10:01 PM 2007. In Abuse, Angst, Dark, Pain, Personal, Society, Rage, Anger, Crime
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Misty vapors cloud the dawning sun, / A songbird sings its fluttering song, / Returning memories of days long gone, / Memories of a life no
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Inspired by Pantera's "Walk".
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by Ryno
45 lines, 8 comments,
on Apr 17 2:52 PM 2007. In Crime
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a whisper in the wind cries
as an apparition asks why?
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Sweat accumulates upon a dirty forehead, eager to breathe, Hoping to get by without notice, yet I only want to leave.
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(506 words) - For three days she had taken an evening stroll through the grassy area winding among the palm trees...
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by Ryno
55 lines, 13 comments,
on Mar 6 8:29 AM 2007. In Crime
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What the public sees is just greed… but he need to ignite in bright lights and delights of the city…
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The deepest sade of crimson and blackness.
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Black night saved me... The sun caught me again.
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Change the world in a sentence.
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How can this be real?
How can this be fake?
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The black night is a refugee. The red of the day mocks the red on my hands.
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On January 1st 2007, "The Killer" will become more than a killer. "The Killer" will change. More advanced in murder ways, "The Killer" wi
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With life as it always is is a bomb shell. And basically I'm saying the wind has died.
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If I can pull myself up from the madding pain. I would. I'm a fighter for the blood cause. And I'm walking the trail to death row.
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If I could pull myself up from the madding pain. I would.
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Fixed on a never ending terror. And no one can save me. I'm lost and forsaken. And
dead.
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(Arnold Friend) She steps near me
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a knock on the door i crack it open to see what for
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