Strangers pass me by
and look at me as if I'm a plague.
I've lived my life for each moment
and then got kissed by suicide.
Suicide came and took my hand forever,
never to let go...ever.
I was her victim caught in her web of disbelief,
she lived fast and tough just like me.
She pulled me into hell
and promised I would never hurt again.
She allowed me to love
and granted me the opportunity to live,
one soft kiss was all it…
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Posted on January 9, 2009 at 6:54
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like cat's eyes that see what its true in this horrible world, black and white.
well i will put another poem, but its about love, i think its to much love, but what the heck, i can put whatever i want ahaha
cya
and well i hope a will have killer time aahaha
im online at the mornings...i dont know if im gonna be online the whole next week...but ill try, if not ill get online at the afternoons
how do you know that im hansome? aahah jk
alright cya later
how come you're white?
thats cool that your going to europe, i can understand about the scene there and stuff, i have a few friends from south africa. at least there'll be more people into metal in europe. where in europe by th way?
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