Verkadh
Wandering Spirit
TheOutsider
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Poem
Feb 18, 2005 0:19:24 GMT -5
Post by Verkadh on Feb 18, 2005 0:19:24 GMT -5
drops of blood spill to the floor a knife clatters from practiced hands I drop to the ground, my life pooling under me you never loved me, but your placebo filled my core
once a false fire of hope was flared but now its extinguished with your lies finally the truth is shown through your eyes I fall to the floor, my tears of blood un-shared
you laugh, a golden event blackened by hate you smile, a beautiful site desacrated by pain a last scene of wonder as you lick the knife then its all gone when I resign myself to fate
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Poem
Feb 18, 2005 0:32:42 GMT -5
Post by CASPER on Feb 18, 2005 0:32:42 GMT -5
[/img] A fitting introduction to the Shadow Asylum ![/center]
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