Demented Mind
By Schitzo
It's slowly creeping death everywhere. A mocking bird sings to the silence. A beautiful face walks in, it's my love. You my love, don't belong here, Its not good enough for you. Please save yourself, before i corrupt you. Written November 30th, 2001 © on Nov 30 2001 09:49 AM PST 0 • 10
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"It's slowly creeping death everywhere...."