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Tonight I sit here,
all alone.
I cannot see,
How much I've grown.
Blind to the things
that I destroy,
The things that I once
Used to enjoy.
I look around,
for someone to be,
alike in many ways,
Someone just like me.
My luck is out,
there is no one around.
No one to be seen,
no one to be found.
Tonight I sit here,
all alone.
I can now see,
How much I've grown.
I'm chained to these walls,
the beast inside.
Wants to come out,
doesn't want to hide.
Can you see me now?
Can you look me in the eye?
Well look at me quick,
Before its all gone.
Look at me now,
It wont be to long.
Death is soon coming,
For me and you,
Looks like we're,
Finally through.
Like black- ice daggars,
Peircing your skin,
Looks like death,
Has gained this win.
- by Coquette-Marionette |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/02/2009 |
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- Title: The Grip.
- Artist: Coquette-Marionette
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- Date: 06/02/2009
- Tags: grip death
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- DontStopTheMusic1115 - 06/03/2009
- this is one of the most beautiful things i've ever read. It made me tear up.
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