Monday, July 10, 2006
metal,darkness,weak and pain
wake my soul and kill again
rise the voice of hell and dead
turn fear to liquid,revenge unpaid
smile for the feel of trepidation
cry for the pain of execution
place the cross above my head
lies in the box that the ghost had made
smells the sweetness of little white flowers
taste those tears from eyes which turned sour.
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poem by kerli
emo.
yea.
yea.
I CUT MY HAIR!
omg.
so short!!
=(
HAHA.
VERY SHORT.
boohoo.
looks weird.
sigh.
stuffs.
stuffs.
emo. yea.
me_________`e-leen *
10:03 PM
