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The path I loved and regreted Dead bodies all over the place, Rain of blood splatered on every walls I see. A dreadfull sight for others... Such beauty to me.. Broken dead dolls hanging on it's axel, Lifeless, Loners tossed aside, Forgotten, Pain strikes from every corner of the heart, Wanting for love and lust, Or feeling of pain and regret? Walking alone under the rain, Holding to a torned and tattered umbrella, As I look down onto a stone, Where I carved your name, I placed a bouquet -dripping with blood.... Just as you liked it .. Still missing you .. and wanting you, I walk away leaving the stone ... Tears dripping from both sides of my face ... You're not forgotten.

Posted by: Toyama Wed Apr 19, 2006 @ 09:57am

（´・ω・｀）

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CharityToUs
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Sun Apr 23, 2006 @ 08:24am

a stone you have said
but it was my grave as it did belong to you too
that was why my name was engraved and etched deeply into the hard texture
the date and day that i died for you

where the sky had cried and wept for me
no, for us
the flowers you gave had wilt pathetically
roses, daisies, sunflowers and so much more

they stained of your blood and tears
dripping with them
they mingled and mixed up on my sight
mine was too densed to begin with

i was not forgotten
you have said so many, countless of times
and yet i have not heard used and tired of them
worn out, as i could see from those weary eyes

i knew you
at least i thought i did and still do
if ever i am still alive and well
i would comfort you, forbidding those tears to yet, have fallen again

love me
but still, you would do better to have kill me inside your broken heart
dont forget me
but keep me as a memory that had rusted and torn apart

waiting to be found, yet again.

Nightsnow
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Sun Apr 23, 2006 @ 04:14pm

The ground is dead.
Dead of bodies and of corpses.
The ground itself is scarred,
mingled with rain, now muddy and repentful in stature.

No one is here to listen to the dead.
The dead cries with pain
but no one to share.

Now a man steps into the dismay,
Silent and brooding.
Snow has begun to fall
to repaint the world in innocence.

Blood is contrasted against the pale white dust
Such sharp edges
Cold and nostalgic.

The field fell silent with remorse and wonder.
For the man is here....
To listen once more.

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