Torture
by phenom Dec 11, 2006
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The wind the wind it blows so cold.feel the knife piercing ur soul,when youre near me the eerie screech of inhumaine screams-fulfilling my my fantasies dripping red with liquid dread.wont stop until youre dead,tick tock as the pendulum swings bak n forth -the black song the angels sing-time slips away in the light of day let ur soul wonder free inside me i say-for on earth u will not stay-go go into the light this is my anti-paradise good bye 4 now c u in d aftalife |
