Dark Poetry #3 |
Bloodsport (Song Lyrics) |
EleanorMoonbaby Member
since 2002-09-02
Posts 202England, UK |
So this is where we've ended up Here on a hard cold floor Blood drips from old cuts opened up Heart to heart, we're still not sure I can feel a lot of pain here Torture from time to time Your body's bleeding, bruised and broken But not half as much as mine ---------------------------------------------------- (Chorus) Knuckle imprints on an empty heart Broken glass all around Blind and beaten from the start We shoot each other down ---------------------------------------------------- We cut too deep, drain each other We always say we're fine You know that I can't go much further As your full weight snaps my spine Steel mixed with tender flesh Down into a vein Some scars are old and some are fresh Love merges with pain (Repeat chorus x2) And we hate each other And love each other I think we're going to die together And we hate each other And love each other I think we're going to die together Think we're going to kill each other.... (OK people, you can play this at home... make up your own damn music, I ain't doing it! Oh yeah, and this is copywrited.... i think.) In the beginning, the Universe was made. This has angered a lot of people and has been widely regarded as a bad move- Douglas Adams |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Queasy, dark thoughts -- definitely the right forum for the devoted. I have one question though, Eleanor? This is all metaphor, not fact, right? Because, y'know, any poems of suicide, self-harm, etc., are generally not permitted within PIP's walls. E-mail me about this, so we can discuss it (if that's cool with you). Mike b_squirrel@hotmail.com |
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