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two shots of hate from a mouth as loud as a gun,
like an assasin
two deafening blows in a war that has just begun,
life gone away
two red roses sitting on my coffin, the wind blows, leaving only one
the world i know disappears...like the setting sun
autumn breeze frigidly touches ailing dreadful lives
harshly darkness quietly surrounds the broken souls
mellow serenades that once played between hearts
pathetically have transformed into bitter sad songs
somewhere beyond the flossy clouds
cupid has lost his romancing arrows
plays sad sonorous tunes on his bow
dedicated to all weepy lonely hearts
howling chilly wind blows through the mist
sounds of sorrow spread allover the place
fuzzy humid air submerges the inner lust
lives decay slowly as the autumn leaves fall
walls painted with blood
the earie sound of dread is knocking on my door
sound the sirens
for my intentions are set on one
and now
this moment of oblivion
i can finally say
i'm done
- by Rusted Over Wet Dreams |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/21/2009 |
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- Title: The Muse of the Angels
- Artist: Rusted Over Wet Dreams
- Description: basically i'm a song writer and i was is a bad mood that day so this came out
- Date: 07/21/2009
- Tags: muse angels
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Prophet Kross - 08/03/2009
- i like the first 6 lines the most.... nice 5/5
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- NoEveForAdam - 07/21/2009
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this is kick a**
i say that with the utmost honesty
i give it 5/5 - Report As Spam