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They never tell you what it’s like With each breath, you are inhuman Whether it’s the blade, or the drug You can ..

It’s time for fall… The time of year that most seem to dread But she always held it, so close to her heart..

Sometimes she remembers those days… Sitting outside, the grass in her hands Made shapes of the clouds, of enchanting whit..

Since we all question death.

Do they know? Do they know you? Your face is dark, but blue eyes are bright Scared to death, of endless strife Runn..

Electric Are the tears that fall from blood shot eyes Into the palm, of a hand that waits To dry them from, bleeding skies E..

Despite death, there is always life.

Note:NoI'm not this violent. Really... I'm not... ! Blood drips on my high heel shoes Your blood. Revenge tastes sweet, re..

I've not sure which of me is real, And I'm alone again, Burning out again My hope runs underneath it all, The day..

Alas, we have reached our land! All have wept, but now we shall stand The soldiers have fought, have brought us here Brothers, sisters, set aside y..