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How could this happen?
How can it be true?
Why is it that
it had to be you?
There is ink in my blood.
Black in my vein.
A clot of mud
that causes all this pain.
What was my sin?
What could it be
that caused you to have
been taken from me?
There is ink in my blood.
Black in my vein.
A clot of mud
that causes all this pain.
Now how did this ink
find its way here?
What pain will be next?
It's the future I fear.
There is ink in my blood.
It flows through my soul.
It pours into my heart,
a bottomless hole.
There is ink in my blood.
Black in my vein.
A clot of mud
that causes all this pain.
- by Archangel Thaeos |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 01/13/2010 |
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Archangel Thaeos - 02/05/2010
- Thank you very much fot those who have rated this. I'm currently composing this and turning it into a song to be played with the piano. (I accidentally made it in C flat major :O) Again, thank you everyone for giving this such awesome ratings!
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- cheetah2750 - 01/28/2010
- great job. i loved it!
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- this username is invalid - 01/16/2010
- That was really nice. I'm not even going to comment on it being in the wrong forum. Really really good job.
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