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The Nite |
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sf New Member
since 1999-09-19
Posts 2Pakistan |
THE MOON CALMLY LOOKIN AT ME ALL THRU THAT LONELY NITE, THE HEAT ,THE PAIN AND ALL THAT IS WITHIN ME FLYING UNBOUONDED, A HOPLESS PLIGHT THRU THOSE DARK HEAVENLY SECRETS OF THAT SINFUL NITE HIDDEN SIRENS OF THE SKIES ABOVE CAN ONLY BE HEARD BY BETRAYED LOVERS ,THE WIND NNOT BREATHING ANY MORE ,A BUTHCHERD DESTINY, AND THE LEAVES SO QUITE SOFTLY RUSTLING AGINST EACH OTHER, LIKE SECRTE LOVERS MAKIN LOVE WARY AND SCARED TILL THE SEEDS R SPILLED , BLLOD MIXED WITH TEARS OF THAT MURDERED SOUL SO MANY HOPES DROWNING IN THAT DEEP RIVER OF MISERY AND HATE THAT STILLNESS WHICH SOFTLY EMBRACES ME IS THE ONLY CLUE OF THE SINNFUL NITE, A PROMISE THHAT EVEN THRU THIS SHEER HELPLESSNESS WE WILL ALWAYS BE TOGETHER ME AND MY SILENT BLACK NITE WHERE WEHN ALL IS DEAD IT WILL WAIT...TO ENGULF ME IN ITS HOLY VIOLENCE! [This message has been edited by sf (edited 09-19-99).] |
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