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by Rey Severs Jul 11, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Paint my nails black, and paint my heart the same, use me and abuse me, Just like a childish game. Dip me in your blood, make me the murderer that I am, you cannot save me, in fact,no-one can. Tie me up with ropes, and strangle me so tight, I suggest you do this, if you want to do what's right. Chase me with a knife, break into a run, seeing my frightened face, makes it all the more fun. Do all of these things, to fulfill my dying need, everyday I live, causes my soul to bleed. And,with my body, throw it in the coal, I want to leave no evidence, of this rotting soul.