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by Jenn Jan 19, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Tracing Her sillouhette in the mirror With each bloody finger Mommy lies on the floor In a puddle of deceit She's rid of a heart Her mind smoothly soaring Through the damp air She catches its reflection As the rain softly patters Against the windows "Harder" She whispers "Silent" I chant When the body Fails to move She thinks it's a dream Caught in the mist But Her eyes are crimson Her skin branded black Forever marked Forever with Hell It's dead cold out there And the storm Has already subsided It can't get you out It will stop I can promise you that Now watch me bring you down I'm finally alive