Revenge

by Katlyn   Jun 27, 2006


I'm so trapped
but ready to fly
to get revenge
and make them die......

My eyes are black
filled with hate
the killing's on
and it's too late

i'm flying high
near a dark cloud
the wind is calm
but my thoughts are loud

I open my eyes
but I'm not awake
my head is full
of the souls I take

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