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Blinded by its mocking glare why must it taunt and stare You get what you ask for years of lifelessness is the score Weight of the revulsive gem is too much to comprehend Chop off that which desecrates freeing your spirit to consecrate Blood pours out, stirring your need coughing up bits, a bitter defeat Reminisce of lost years which lapsed by ****** your life as your passion ran dry
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Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 4:34 AM UTC
Tainted Eyes
Blinded by its mocking glare why must it taunt and stare You get what you ask for years of lifelessness is the score Weight of the revulsive gem is too much to comprehend Chop off that which desecrates freeing your spirit to consecrate Blood pours out, stirring your need coughing up bits, a bitter defeat Reminisce of lost years which lapsed by ****** your life as your passion ran dry
2010 - NR -
nichole777
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Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 4:34 AM UTC
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