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Post by brandnewmessiah on Jul 29, 2007 11:16:13 GMT -6
I see your face And I can’t erase The memory of you and me Stick out your tongue Yes, I want some Of that kiss I can’t resist
What is the blood without hunger Why did you wake me from this slumber Is it a spell you’ve got me under Or are you killing me, sometimes I wonder
Sucking the love you puncture my vein Can’t even speak to try to explain How I have longed to be the one slain So my darkened heart may live once again
I feel the touch That I want so much The dying hand I demand Scratch my skin Yes, let me in And have the soul that you stole
What is the dream without fear Nightmares appear when you are near My bloody tears are what you smear Across the face of this mirror
Giving yourself a mortal reflection The epitome of your perfection My death has begun our dark connection Now is the time for resurrection
I see my death It’s on your breath Escaping from the chosen one That you made Into a slave With a bite this cold, dark night
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Post by anirbas on Jul 30, 2007 18:19:49 GMT -6
Whew...I mean...Whew...The picture scared the hell out of me...[ggglgggl, but it did...] But, the poem...Ah, the poem...Nascently romantic, Troy...But, frankly, somebody needs to kill that b*tch in the pic before she multiplies...hahahahahahahaha...dodges flying things from Troy's desk...Sabrina.
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Post by brandnewmessiah on Jul 31, 2007 5:48:14 GMT -6
awww, Sabrina you don't like my undead lover? come on, she's not all that bad kind of cute in a way, but be careful she does bite lol. thanx for the comment ~ Troy
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Post by anirbas on Jul 31, 2007 7:58:41 GMT -6
LOL...we are all undead, Troy...until we aren't...she just looks scary with her blank eyes and poor bloody face as though if she's not about to feed, she's been beaten...guess i've seen to many women look like that after a beating...blank eyed and bloody...going deep soooooo totally shutting up...sometimes images strike me weird...pay no attention to my weirdness... take care, my friend. Sabrina.
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