| i want a sub. |


The CheekWhere is the love?The Cheek
It is in a small pocket of fear
Hidden in my cheek.
The blush- she kills. The fear- she kills.
Oh, the fear of fear- the killer.


GreenGlistening green in the gobletGreen
Sending sensations creeping up your spine
Inhale, clouds of blood Snaking into the air
The viper within us tantilizes. Dangles false hope
Resentment fills the cup half empty
We howl, We howl into the night
For the fontain we wish to drink of, Is not our for the taking.
Ah, how the goblet of others Tickles the senses.


Of lost InnocenceInnocent bodies Mangled beyond repair. Mutilated fingers Entwined into lonliness. Flailing behind bars of fear We share the same gruesome story. Leagues of nothing..seperate us from truth Indented on this life.Of lost Innocence
Drenched in blood again Paralyzed in a deathly coma.
| i want a sub. |
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Choice, not chance...
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What doesnt kill you, makes you stranger
.......and more pissed off.
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Because we all... bake... fish...
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What doesnt kill you, makes you stranger
.......and more pissed off.
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Because we all... bake... fish...
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What doesnt kill you, makes you stranger
.......and more pissed off.
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Because we all... bake... fish...
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