joi, 6 august 2009

Graven Poetry

My dark angel dressed in blood
Come and tell me what I've done
Come and tell me why i'm here
Why death clock is not near

Why am i supose to suffer
In this world so full of madness
Where is an only person
Thata I like her for her kindness

I'm attracted by her moves,
By the way she looks, she says
All the things that i'd live for
And all the things for wich I'd not

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