Strength
The knife slices with flying torment
With a hate of life
The blade cuts in crimson
After death strangers fade
Enter the fiery depths of the soul
Walking in darkness
Hate and pain becomes strength
Using the hate to produce love
And using pain to produce happiness
Through the darkness a path is chosen
It may be wrong, who cares?
The path, littered with dead roses,
Burning buildings, broken bottles,
And abandoned dolls, makes us stronger
This is our path
We use the pain and hate as our strength
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Another Day Goes by.....
random sh*t and a few poems that I've written
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