Without
By Soulslulluby
Screams producing from the night Pain quickly thinning out An evil delight Life is so without Stabbing ache in the heart Blood seeping from the wound Becoming closer to the depart Emotional bound Where can it go? Things were so different a moment ago Written November 9th, 2001 © on Nov 09 2001 06:23 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Screams producing from the night..."