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In a dark place,
with only candle light as a guid.
A guid to lead me to the edge.
Where I will jump,
but never land.
Where I will sleep,
but never awaken.
Over the edge into a pool,
where i go underneath.
Swallowed by darkness,
never meating surface.
I take my last breath.
colder than ice,
hotter than fire ,
burnig me,
chilling me,
over the edge .
- by hot cherries101 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/15/2009 |
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- Title: Over the edge
- Artist: hot cherries101
- Description: all i can say is that no i am not emo or entirly goth.... please comment.
- Date: 04/15/2009
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Comments (1 Comments)
- miss-robin-batman27 - 04/23/2009
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beautiful. It does sound emotional at times. But thats what poetry is.
Its your feeling toward something. Beautiful. - Report As Spam