Your sick Demension
By willowsight
Cold hands sick mind, my thoughts do find. Your desperate and twisted and you dont care who you hurt, your hands double fisted as you tear my shirt. Black velvet surrounds my heart, tears and sorrow no love from the start. Decieving,screaming hurtful lies, A man of faces I know your disguise. Once love,now hate the drugs posess you, how did pain become my fate. Will this torture never end who are you? I loved you I thought we were friends. Tissues crumpled from tears of fear I thought we would last, the horror I think when you are near you were different in the past. You don't give a dam about our girl so i'm leaving and you'll regret, all my crying,begging and bruises and i'll get revenge some day-that you can bet. WILLOWI hope this poems ok to put on here, like i've said, "I've never done this before. Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 04:47 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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