marți, 29 iunie 2010

a potentially violent temper

lust and pain and sorrow
that last until tomorow
for nothing that I require
can help my little squire

nothing that i need
will help me succeed
for i don't need, with reason
my heart is full with poison

i can't succumb, by following the ways of my heart
i can't lose, without putting up a fierce fight
the war has just began and i'm in the first line
there can be only one outcome, when victory is mine

love has a wicked way
my soul, shes trying to slay
but my soul is dead already
so stop moving, so i can shoot you, hold steady!


my love, i'm puting you to rout
my pain, i can no longer shout
i must save my soul, i am my own redeemer
you...who you are i can't remember

i'm emerging from the gutter
willing to slay even your mother
everything thats in my path
will feel my evil wrath




Adnan, thanks for editing it

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