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Published: 2004-11-08 00:21:21 +0000 UTC; Views: 134; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 6
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MissedMy hands dark in red,
Described by mine blood,
For today I have bled,
Caused by springs first bud.
Why is it mine that’s spilt?
My rage it shall not tower,
I’ll lie here waiting till,
The last of those buds flower.
For as it is said,
And I know it to be true,
Last petals to spread,
Are most beautiful too.
But I have lost my faith,
In all that is good,
Now all that is left,
For me to weep and brood.
This anger inside,
It’s awesome power,
With none to confide,
Upon me it dose shower.
What can I do,
What have I done,
All I want now Is you,
What am I to become.
She haunts my dreams,
Forever more,
Voiced by thousands of screams,
I now lie on the floor.
My life in mine own hands,
My last resort,
….In the doorway you stand,
You may not consort.
Now look what I’ve done,
I’ve missed that last bud,
Now I burn like the sun,
As I drown in my life’s blood
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Comments: 3
deppression [2004-11-17 00:34:26 +0000 UTC]
thnq
dse neone get tht bit about the buds of spring, it mite help if u had saw the disney movie, mulan
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the-firey-kage [2004-11-17 00:14:19 +0000 UTC]
My life in mine own hands,
My last resort,
….In the doorway you stand,
You may not consort.
Now look what I’ve done,
I’ve missed that last bud,
Now I burn like the sun,
As I drown in my life’s blood
I love the way this piece kind of picks up for the ending and relates back to an earlier introduced concept. Beautiful
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dying-lonely [2004-11-09 22:12:15 +0000 UTC]
She haunts my dreams,
Forever more,
Voiced by thousands of screams,
I now lie on the floor.
I really like that. nice one buddy.
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