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A rope his noose,
Alife turned loose
To death's hands.
His soul to the reaper.
The demon's keeper.
The glass so cold,
The stories told,
The souls they sould.
The razor's sharp,
The blood drips fast
To cure the pain
Of memories past.
The blade cut's deep,
The pain he nneds
The glass he uses
To do the deed.
~Aimee 11/12/08`
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- Title: shadow
- Artist: WorIds
- Description: a poem i wrote when a friend of mine hung himself. shadow was his nickname that's why i named it shadow,i'm only saying because ppl always ask why i named it shadow...enjoy though!
- Date: 06/11/2009
- Tags: shadow suicide
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