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Grasp my knuckles
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Grasp my knuckles |
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courtney923 Junior Member
since 2000-07-30
Posts 43 |
Grasp my knuckles, pierce my eyes Drop the dagger, and pray for life In this land, I am nothing Place of gloom, home of misery Seed of taste, and fallen victory Hold me close, slit my throat Suck my mind, steal my mantality Professional victim, all my life Seems alot, but pays merely Demented daydreams, of hollow yesterdays Poisoned my brain, and washed out longevity Appearing to be breathing, but am I alive Is the world of justice, or just sacrifice Holding myself, isn't really comfort Living out insanity, drawing near it's extacy Falling down to sanctity, hooking me to wires Wreckless feets of broken sweat, got me to my knees Longing for an emptiness, where life can be no pain |
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