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You walked into the silver-lit room with grace, And you took a little crimson hanky to your face.
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The way you see people is the way you treat them. So if you see those people as trash and not men. Then they’ll be crushed at the ball point of your writing pen.
by allawy
10 lines, 1 comment,
2 days ago. In Sad, Dark, Pain, War, Suicide, Hate, Emo, Anger, Death, Abuse, Revenge, Justice
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Follow me my sweet darling man;
Reap the fruits planted by your hand.
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Funny dream this one. Dreamed i got killed and before i died i promised to him that i would come back if he killed the ones who killed me.
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The way you see people is the way you treat them. So if you see those people as trash and not men. Then they’ll be crushed at the ball poin
by allawy
12 lines, 5 comments,
on Sep 20 10:46 PM. In Sad, Dark, Pain, War, Suicide, Hate, Emo, Anger, Death, Abuse, Revenge, Justice
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It’s easy to beat upon a dog. Until the dog gets loose of its chains. It’s funny how a master reacts when the beaten is no longer held in vain.
by allawy
8 lines, 6 comments,
on Sep 18 6:01 PM. In Escape, Hate, Emo, Death, Abuse, Pain, Dark, Sad, Life, Personal, Revenge
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How could I be so foolish How could I not see
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Love is gentle ,love is sweet love will sweep you off your feet.
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that burning sensation makes my heart beat at my ribs.
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Trash
Pronunciation: \trash\
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Sight:As i sit here and think of you,rage comes pouring out and I want nothing more than to kill you and watch your blood become a crimson blanket across my satin sheets.
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I'm so numb can't feel a thing
Every blow the blade can bring
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The words you speak
your tongue so weak
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I stood beneath you, slowly poisoned by baiting dreams of promised dawn
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Blood bonds to sculpted plastic,
perfect details blub from my artistic mind
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my consience rest
As I hold my anger back
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the sweet taste of blood has since stained my tongue
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Rusted chains link metamorphosis.
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Vibrant, meaty flesh licks flesh,
like carcasses that were never fresh,
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Blood beading like sweat upon silvery blades
Another young man with a quick spitter fades
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The way it creates the feeling around me like everything is over,
That everything will be ok,
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A glare, blood stops in the veins,
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