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To End what had no choice to Begin
To stop the turning
The spinning
The pain
The blood
The flood of emotions
That drive her insane
A bottle on the bed
Open with little tablets of death
Scattered like pebbles upon a grave
And there she lays
Eyes staring blankly at the wall
Lips parted
As if her last breath escaped
Her body cold
And her mind gone
She stopped the turning
The spinning
The pain
The blood
She stopped the emotions
And she Ended what had begun
She took
The Final release
- by A Thugs Love |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/02/2009 |
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- Title: The Final Release
- Artist: A Thugs Love
- Description: What does it sound like? And no not all of it is suppose to rhyme.
- Date: 03/02/2009
- Tags: final release
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- w0rm buffet - 05/21/2009
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we want to choke on our words...we are marionettes...i am citizen insane it is raining in my head.from a great height
the crackle of pigs skin. panic vomit panic the desert jokes for crackers. too cynical to speak to young to sleep
lttle fruit pies squerm in my hands
ccant esape wanna see me pull my insides out - Report As Spam
- hjs0904 - 03/03/2009
- ............i love it when your cynical and twisted...its HAWT!
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