Dec 05, 2004 22:25
Blood drips from the corners of the room
As these walls scream imprefections throught
torn flesh and broken bones
Then you'll ask me what have I done
Tell me what havent you done it
guilty lips are not so innocent
Apologies are all the same
and this is how we play the game
Show me a new way to bleed
Kyra
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