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I face the future like I was told to
The executioners take aim
I’ve held my head high thus far
I wouldn’t let you take the blame.
We all fall down, they say
Well, this is my descend
And torn from grace I now see
That I’d gladly do it again.
I wouldn’t have you remove your halo
Damnation’s not all it’s made out to be
So put it back on, my angel
And watch this destroy me.
I couldn’t bring you down
To watch you burn would have been Hell
I’ll bear this cross to oblivion, my love
Every step a reminder of why I fell.
Don’t think poorly of me
I cannot help what I’ve been
Just know as they pull the trigger
You were my only sin.
- by Miss-Torture |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/14/2008 |
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- Title: The Torture
- Artist: Miss-Torture
- Description: Just something I wrote while tired at 2 am in the morning. First submitted poem. Be nice or I'll eat your soul. ^_^
- Date: 10/14/2008
- Tags: torture
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Comments (3 Comments)
- [n e c r o m a n t ! c] - 10/14/2008
- Beautiful.
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- Perpetual Laser Carnage - 10/14/2008
- love it, good imagry
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- D4rkFir3L0v3 - 10/14/2008
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awsome =DD
what i mean...
is that its beautiful!
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