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With Deepest Regretswith deepest regrets, this is the end. i hope you break, and never mend.With Deepest Regrets
i hope you fall, and fucking die. i hope you'll think of me, and start to cry.
why did you have to take it and then why did you have to fucking break it? it was my heart and my life. but it was your spite, and your knife.
i hope when im dead, and i meet you at heavens gate. i hope that your wings will break, and you'll fall to your long deserved fate.
your tears flooding down your face, adding one more star to the sky. your screams for f
by ~gothic-mosha
Boy With The Broken FlowerWhen the world turned purple and orange, Look up to the cracking sky. Rabid houses devour us like something out of, A twisted lullaby.Boy With The Broken Flower
The bloody knife shines in the midnight, And the street lights whisper pain. Down near the poisoned river where the young boys play, The crawling bugs are making me insane.
There once was a young girl, With a red, flowing ocean of hair. And when the daisies talked and broke themselves, She would just stand and stare.
With the blood on her hands, The whole city dies. She fills with love, And breaks dow
by ~gothic-mosha
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"Poetry is the perfume of the soul." - Otep Shamaya
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Throughout my lifetime, I've left pieces of my heart here and there. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent.
(Blow)
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The thing's you do for love..
are all worthless.