Secrets, secrets
Lies, lies...
I'm trying to hold it together,
Letting the cold numb flood my veins...
A nice little line
The sweet blood flows...
Sometime I stop and wonder,
what are we meant to do down here...
Hurtful words can extinguish life
So can cuts made by this knife...
Someday our past will be a blur,
Nothing more then a smudge on a mirror...
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The other night...
I wish I had been able to keep the layout of this...
A leaf on the Wind
Hold out your arms...
The Killer
By Mark Spencer...
Silently
We were out for walk when I turned her way...