Number 12

by xX Toxic Cure Xx   Oct 21, 2004


A tear of red
A silent cry
A scar that bled
A spirit that cant fly

A life without hope
A mission with so much pain
A steep downhill slope
A never ending rain

A heart with no love
A smile so fake
A wounded dove
A bad dream that cannot wake

A last letter
A heap of feelings so deep
A new time for the better
A time when I go to bed for my eternal sleep

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