U n t i t l e d .

by quick&painless   Jun 22, 2005


Broken heart beat,
fading dream,
nothing but a fantasy
bleeding wrists and
muffled screams, only a
killer's real dream.
tortured soul, rising
smoke, watch the clock
as it makes a stroke.
passing by or passing on,
it will never be too long,
say goodnight but mean
farewell and go into
heaven's stairwell.

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