Poems by Twisted Corpse

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  • Coming home to a night of Pain
    something I cant run away from...

  • Why do you always do this to me?
    cant you see I want to be free...

  • I'm so sick of Lying
    So sick of what I Do...

  • Why do we sleep in church but...when the sermon is...
    Repost this "don't read if you're under 13...

  • A perfect little angel,
    Her parents pride and joy...

  • You couldn't get hold of the things you'd done and...
    -Stephen King...

  • I'm In My Own Stigmata, And i Love It . . .
    She was once your friend...

  • The closer we get
    to our "perfect" level of faith...

  • My wrists begin to ache
    blood begins to pour...

  • Tell me why you cry. . .
    My Dearest Friend...

  • [i]in the heart of darkness there is a small ounce...
    when the time comes would you chose the path of...

  • My dear friend,
    please always be here for me...