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by Rich May 21, 2004 category : Life, society / other
Burning The flames in my eyes The eyes behind the mask “How does it end?” you ask Face me and you face death I will kill them all I sleep Per chance to dream? No To bring back days of old To end a love so cold If I can have no other I will kill you all You walk Under the street lights The further away you get The more my mind is set Harmony or disarray? Help me choose I hear you Through the sound of a soul You answer me by chance I would hope to say: “To be Continued…”