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As I lay at your feet
Begging for eternal Sleep
I see the coldness of your breath
I realize you will grant me my death
Torturing is your game
It is what you do best
Twisting heart and soul
For your own jest
I cannot take the pain you bring
And softly I decide to whisper your name
Before I bring an end to the pain
And as my blood drips upon the ground
You see my smiled and make not a sound
I reach up and give you a kiss
A kiss from your posioned lips
You look at me livid and pissed
And begin to dance upon my grave
For you are not done bringing me pain
I stir in the ground and feel your hate
But I will not take your tainted bait
Your empty promise of revenge
I know that when I rise to stand
You will have me again
In the palm of your hand
Ja Ne!
heart
Jing-ten
 Usagi_Ohagi · Fri Jan 06, 2006 @ 08:58pm · 2 Comments |
