

EndingThe crimson loveliness The bludgeoned visage Melded so well together In an outburst of rage.Ending
Your eyes are so blank They reflect my own, As I look down coldly At your pitiful frame.
Next time choose wisely Where you dare to tread Ill always be ready To bring about your demise.


The MeetingThe crimsom loveliness the blugeoned visage melded so well together in an outburst of rage.The Meeting
Your eyes are so blank, the reflect my own as I look down coldly at your pitiful frame.
Next time choose wisely where you dare to tread I'll always be ready to bring about your demise.
there are faces you never want to see
but when forced to look upon them
it will be something you'll remember
for the rest of your days.
--
You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
there are some faces you never want to see
but when forced to look upon them
it is something that you will
never forget for the rest of your days
'...like empty tombstones, waiting for a name...' Don Maclean
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If I wanted to talk to someone with a personality like urs, I might as well talk to a brick wall
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