Facing The Truth

*Deep Dark Crimson B.L.O.O.D
Flows rapidly from your{razor cuts}
Your H;E;A;R;T has |B|R|O|K|E|N |
Ripped by a d-d-deadly fairy
A.Soul.Lost.In.The.Murky.Abyss.
H.A.U.N.T.E.D by your departed (love)
So *Insecure*from all the DEcaDEnt [deception]
A-Mind-So-Confused-Full-Of-Agitation
You feel so even though you know your not
D.E.E.P Black S.C.A.R.S tell your story
S-s-starking morbid images surround
Binding your soul in a C;A;G;E
Facing the (grim_truth) you know your D.E.A.D

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Wow, So young, so dark, putting thoughts to words, brings them to light, and light brings hope, positivism. Positivism, the centerpiece of a mothers life role.

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