A Love poemThe one I love lives far But I still feel your tears Going down your face and mine I fell the nice sweet kissA Love poem
I start to fall asleep with you in my arms
But next thing I know I am leaving your arms
I start to look back and see you crying I start to cry and fall asleep I force my way back But doesn’t work I hold it together
Just in time I will see you again and I will be with you forever
Lust For BloodI hear the voice The voice of the razor The maddness starts againLust For Blood
The sharp end of the razor The slive color that cuts I pick the blade up
I cut the arm with the scares The pain starts to fade The blood starts to flow out
Red the color of the life
The hell my life has gone though The blood starts to stop
And everything starts again
The scares from lust of blood
The prayproblay dieing even though i am dead i pray to the death god and i say "god can you please those and thee people with the pain and the suffer with the pain of dieing and please help me see the world in a good way and help me to get back to my friends in anyway"The pray
A Thing Everyone Needs to ReadThis starts out we were born to do this the pain the darkness the hurt the world made us this way the people that cut there self it is normal almost every one dose it but some people like me cant stop after we do it once yea sure it hurts sometimes and it takes the pain away from us but it is rong to do i regret it but i do it to feel better like the other night i cut my leg about 20 times you know what i am not happy about it but i could of done worse becuase i have but to everyone out there that reads this the people that change and go into the DarkneA Thing Everyone Needs to Read
i am back
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If it makes you less sad
I will die by your hand
I hope you find out what you want
I already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad
We'll start talking again
And you can tell me how vile
I already know that I am
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If it makes you less sad
I will die by your hand
I hope you find out what you want
I already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad
We'll start talking again
And you can tell me how vile
I already know that I am
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The world is falling to its death..
Why is my name Spike
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deviantART, Inc.
Denying gravity, and learning To fly.
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