03-20-2008, 04:49 PM
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Last Online: 04-16-2008 09:12 PM
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Shatter
Lying in the dark corner of my mind
petrefied, alone, in my troubled dream
seeking the light, seeking salvation
I cryed for you; under neath the shattered
gleam of the moon
forever longing for her touch
dressed in fire she warmed my being
but brought to ashes my freedom,
from a whisper to a scream
my soul did cry.
This twisted fate
she died in the fire that her beauty
has sprung.
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