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• 5th grade
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• to be a model
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Sunday, February 26, 2006
As we grow up-poem theres like 5 poems
1st poem
one touch of you will make my crimson heart bleed for eternity,
whilst a stake is driven through my deathly soul,
as i watch you walk past my deathly sins apon the grave,
as i rest in my grave of darkness.
2nd poem
the blade is my past, preasent and fueture,
where the crimsonness enters my corsp bodie,
while the presence of your deadly spirit brings me to live in the unknown world of hatred.
i see you above raping me,
necrophiliac's are entering my deadly corsp bodie,
as your crimson blood is placed on me.
i watch you following my spirit,
as i haunt your deathly ways.
3rd poem
my pain is my reverty,
where my crimson soul is placed on my memories forever,
where it wont get lost in my dreams of death apon pain.
For the sake of our lives,
this pain isnt real, for the lost of my love is gone for eternity.
where my crimson blood is still dripping for pleasure,
where everything shall remain death through broken hearts.
why does everything takes shape through this unpleasurable peaice of trust?,
every layer of my pain shall repay soon in moment of time,
as the mist in the air sweaps down on my corsp bodie,
as im standing on the church,
everything starts to become unreal,
as my pain becomes my reverty,
my love becomes my suicide,
you made me do this,
as i hold the blade to my sorrow skin,
i watch my crimson blood dripping through my skin into the glass,
watching you drink the blood,
i become veminous,
i fall toward your bodie, lieing next to you,
i lie next to my grave as it is my sanctuary of death.
As you remenber me ,
i haunt you in your dreams,
so you know im there waiting for you to set my crimson soul free.
im there remenbering u raping me,
tourchering me,
im am waiting next to my grave,
haunting your mined,
im waiting at my santuary of death.
4th poem. Me and You!!
Why does everything got to be about you,
does the world have to evolve around you,
Im your pain,anger and your depression,
im your love, heart, soul and pleasure.
Ive always cried blood for you,
still dripping two by two,
Im your hatered, your death that you inflicted pain on,
am i your only ghost hiding in the shadows to torment on.
Why carnt you see,
that your the only one for me.
Every step that i take towards you,
you always get further and further away.
you carnt run nore you carnt hide,
from all the pain we feel inside.
Our bodies connect one by one,
as im standing at our graves waiting to see the sun.
whenever im with you,
my heart surrounds the midlight sky,
with egles flying around above.
As the blood still dripping two by two,
our passionate love remains with me and you !!
5th poem
Spending time with you,
will make my dreams come true.
Sitting in the sunlight thinking about you,
makes me smile all night through.
Im your desire,pleasure and love,
when you look at the stars above.
Your love is warm it sets my soul free,
your heart for me is the key.
Your tender touch sends my spirit flying above,
with your comapany your my true love.
when time flys when im with you,
I do not like being without you.
Your love for me is unbeleavbly new,
being with you is a dream come true,
But knowing you pete is a love just for me and you.
Blade Painted Red
the same day goes on and on,
with the thickness of blood in the air,
everyday life passes by,
with sadness and depression floating in the sky,
the world is sick theres nothing to do.
the pain is like perfume replacing the left over sent placed on the wrist and neck,
all i can see is sadness around the world,
with blades painted red,
the scars stays perminant,
with the scars on your wrist are left to bleed,
the blade that you used will always remain red
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