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F r a g m e n t s of Bone are S C A T T E R E D on the ground,
Just like the once warm Heart that made the sound
Of a thumping, just like a body being beat,
When some hot shot wants to bring the heat.
Your once beautiful face is bruised and scathed,
As we solemnly depart from the raved...
Your eyes are glossy and will soon turn black,
As the g a p i n g hole in your head needs what it lacks.
There are silver bullets carved into your neck,
As I look at you, your suck a wreck.
Your bloody wrists are bound by wire,
As you tell me things of the Liars,
The blood dripping down your spine and face,
Turn the torn cloths into red lace
That covers your body like the death that wraps around you,
While the blades cover your mind too,
Your battered soul cries and sobs,
While your body slowly robs,
Robs you of the life, the thick red crimsion tears
Drip to the cold stone floor as your death grows near.
Your eyes grow dim as your body pales and you seem to stop the drip
Of your crimsion regrets as the lace starts to r i p
Your lace falls to the ground as the wire b r e a k s,
And you s h a t t e r like the glass you so much love to take.
Every day of every year,
I feel the pain start to sear,
Because I remember my heart and soul
As it was tortured and battered when I thought it was plated in gold.
As it wails and cries and slowly dies,
Though my body is still alive, on the inside, all thats left are lies.
 6ShotRevolver · Tue May 16, 2006 @ 01:12am · 1 Comments |
