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The pain that kisses your open sores,
Sprung from my dried lips of destruction
Travel down your body as you writhe in fear.
The fire in my eyes burns your heart as you
Scream in agony from atop a lonely precipice.
There is no one there for you, you are alone.

Barrels from my pointed fingers shoot
Bullets full of poison at your head as you
Run from me through a forest of dead lies.
The trees hold faces of those you killed,
Those you murdered, are you happy now?
There is no one there for you, you are alone.

For every time you sliced a new wound
On a new, innocent body, I値l add two more.
I値l hack away at your limbs until there is no more.
The blood that runs from your dismembered body
Will drip into a cup for me to drink from later.
There is no one there for you, you are alone.

I live in your shadow and you can not see me,
I live in your shadow and you can not feel me,
I live in your shadow and you can not make me leave,
I live in your shadow and I値l never give you peace,
I live in your shadow and I値l never give you light,
I live in your shadow and I値l never give you happiness.
©2004-2009 ~DeathbyFire
:icondeathbyfire:

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The guilt someone should feel from killing another human being is great, or, it should be at least. It'll kill you from the inside.

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:iconheadbanger1369:
like i already said amber, i love it, i love you to

--
Everybody whispers where birds fall dead
I smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head
Wiping flecks of foam, twisting with rabies
Bloody, we run through these fields of dead daisies
:icondeathbyfire:
thanks :) :hug: lyl... BWAHAHA!! little abbreviation is addicting...

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~Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."~
:iconheadbanger1369:
lol, indeed it is

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Everybody whispers where birds fall dead
I smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head
Wiping flecks of foam, twisting with rabies
Bloody, we run through these fields of dead daisies
:iconsloangt:
love the poem. But not as much as i love you and always will.
:iconsloangt:
love the poem. But not as much as i love you and always will. :hug:
:icondeathbyfire:
lol thanks, i love you too, for always :hug:

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~Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."~
:iconsetmysoulaflame:
Yuor a good writer i like it. Aww so cute lol. :heart:
:icondeathbyfire:
lol thanks :) :blackrose:

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~Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."~
:iconsetmysoulaflame:
no problemo buddy!!!!!! :heart:

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