Poisoned nights with You

May 01, 2008 11:07

Beauty is an eye sore
and a skull beneath the sheets
When true love turns to tragedy
And your heart no longer beats

The emptiness is calling you
Like the locusts in the night
An idle pain that's killing you
And you can no longer fight

Take the blade
Take the shame
In the end it's all the same
I've lost my lights
From poisoned nights

With you

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anonymous May 21 2008, 21:48:53 UTC
I like this one

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