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julia-1
American
Come and rest with me In the bleeding hall A place for sinners A place for gall Come stay with me In the grey rooms A place for death A place for tombs Once you are in There is o going back Once the door shuts You are under attack Your mind and body Your hopes and fears You wish for death But form only tears The bleeding hall is a device Used to trap us all like mice The bleeding hall will torture you Until you lay, reborn anew Blackness fades And light shines through Even darkness Ends sometime too The bleeding hall is a place Used to teach a lesson The bleeding hall is watching you Waiting for your concession
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC
The Bleeding Hall
There is a place that I go In the dead of night Where bodies sleep from head to toe But are hidden out of sight Stones tell their stories And boxes be their beds Deep within the quarries Are where they rest their heads But listen all, gather 'round This is the time to be on guard For no one knows the whereabouts Of my picnic in the graveyard
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC
Picnic in the Graveyard
I sit in a room A room full of doubt So heavy and thick That I cannot get out I lean on a wall A wall cracked and grey Pondering my escape That won't come anyway Sometimes it's lonely Here in this grey prison A hulking black bird always clouding my vision But don't fret Don't cry for me I will escape Just wait You'll see
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 9:25 PM UTC
My Room