Dark Poetry #4 |
Break the Ice |
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since 2008-05-16
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Its cold inside the Heart of the dead A frozen skull is empty A remnant of apathy Lost from its soul Cold hard is the skin Break it and bleed Subtle and firm Break it and bleed Birth of a seed Break it and bleed Actually, No, There is no dark Only shade In the absense of a light Which leaves a rainbow mark Violence is slow To satisfy The lust Of my heart Does she pray, or am I prey? |
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