troublegal05 Posted November 18, 2004 Share Posted November 18, 2004 A lonely soul, hidden in black, to the eye nothing more than despair fringed upon death perception can be decieving with a glance weighing down the light that holds her soul nothing more than a picture stolen to her past a lie to world her foolish life, nothing left to show but bitten nails and endless "fails" and a pen that darkens the page of her emotion setting her mind free Black blood to an empty paper: A life lived through empty pages a way to release myself, my blood blackened to an empty page, a tear trickled through the pen flowing life from my vains into my lifes canvas Blistered feelings empty words of relief, heavy hearts risen to a letter by a betrayal of hearts thinning my sanity my life lives through the pen surrendered to its mystical wonders it remains my black blood Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
in_the_mirror Posted November 18, 2004 Share Posted November 18, 2004 wow, that is really good. put together wonderfully, i don't see that much. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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