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The Dark Is Afraid Of Me
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The Dark Is Afraid Of Me |
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Snowflake From Hell Senior Member
since 2003-07-10
Posts 777My own little Icey Oblivion 
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As I sit here and wonder why, Tip my head and look to the sky. Slowly close my eyes, Hearing my insides cry. The dark is afraid of me... Twenty three years old, Molded and shaped to be so cold. Hardest thing to do, Not crumble over you. The dark is afraid of me... Feelings fade away, Let me feel this day. Haven't met my fear yet, Never will see it you can bet. The dark is afraid of me... Pulling me closer to this fate, Leading me through your bait. Pshycological needs, Misfits and the creeds. And the dark is afraid of me... Ever closer to the flame, Even now in all this shame. Ever wonder why the blade? Looking for the cloud of shade. The dark is afraid of me. Mirror image of His plague, Memories are all so vague. Feel the way you hate, Hate to come to that fate. And the dark..IS afraid of me... Swinging the Dead in this Free Fall you call life, Swinging the Dead on a Deathride |
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