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In a night of eternal pain, the immortal one rises
curling whips of death shrouds her deathly fourm
i am cold and alone
the god for witch you sacrafise yourself flares once, then dies
like my tretched heart.
As we sit here, on this bed
at 3 am
the memorie of her comes back.
love... is all i can think.
how much it tears you apart and destroys.
the memory.
that one single memory.
makes me cringe
- by havikdemond2 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/28/2009 |
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- Title: the memory
- Artist: havikdemond2
- Description: my first thing.... so wat evr
- Date: 05/28/2009
- Tags: meory
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Halick - 05/31/2009
- Good job on the poem, i hope u make another one like this, i like deep meaning ful poems :3
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- Childofthegods - 05/30/2009
- wow urs is deep
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