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Dec 2012
There's no way to know
for sure what's real
and at what point did pain ****
the need for all the things in life
They manifest in constant strife
keeping it dark, keeping it night
And once your lost its hard to return
Seduced by beauty, then decieved to burn
Led to Brooks of Crystal, Glass and Gold
Where souls are Lost and Bought and Sold
Amazed by the insane and colorful fires
a place that fulfills your darkest desires
But there's something you'll never be told
The heat is so hot its flesh ripping cold
Twisting and burning with fits of rage when you
find yourself trapped in an ice cold cage
Never again to return to your home
Forever in flames, Forever alone.
*copyright J. Holiday 2012
J Christmas
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J Christmas  46/M/Ok
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