peoms from my bleeding hear
Date: May 24th, 2005 10:33:34 am - Subscribe
Mood: unworthy
here's a poem i did its rubbish but writting helps me cope with my emotions...
pain smothers me, a soft black veil,
covered in its cold confort, lonley and tired,
death is the only confort for my bleeding heart...
its a work in progress,sorry its so shit 
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