NameLess

by cOLombIaN_jOkeR   Jan 5, 2007


As this world is coming to an end,
everyone is going over the edge,
while Saddam was Hung dead,
everyone is moving like any other day,
am not sitting on my bed,
thinking of my first day and
letting the days fly in such a paste
that is to fast for me,
nothing gives me relief,
from the pain and shattered heart
I\'ve had for the last couple of months,
that for forever scar my heart for me to carry my past.

BY:Colombian_Joker
aka
El_Huevon

aLeX El_Unico_lokito_colombiano

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