The bloody knife drips red wine
The tears of the fallen will collide
My hollow heart empty inside
Weeps to you, go home tonight
I breathe in death out as life
My shivering body silent at your side
Tomorrow I promise, It will be alright
Forgive me for I've wasted your demise
Into the shadows I will reside
Sleep now I leave your sight
Beckon me in and I shall come
Hold me still the morning sun
W.R.
Posted by oz/myartpage
at 8:39 PM PDT
Updated: Saturday, 17 July 2004 12:52 AM PDT
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Updated: Saturday, 17 July 2004 12:52 AM PDT
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