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Post by doshidania on May 27, 2008 17:20:58 GMT -5
the street is cast in lonely twilight the sky is cast in sin the screams bellow out the window as slowly he sinks in
its heinous; these murders in blood I see its lost loneliness in the dark its crys uttered by survivors that constantly leave a mark
the blood slides down the bed a creak illicts groans the woman down the hall screams and is quickly on the phone
its heinous; these rapes in alleyways the tears cried in the dark sometimes left alive to decay sometimes dead to start
these men run free in midnight these sirens cage them in but always theres a woman subjected to their sins
somewhere is a corner a chained and lonely kid stolen from his mother subjected for his skin
the cold metal around him cast false light upon his flesh the camera shoots his innocence to sell it for some cents
always theres a phone call some smut found in the mail that suggests the perpetrator calls him to his cell
not always is the innocent rescued from their hell one more little casket one more heinous spell
I stand in lonely bedroom once more left alone each face reflected back at me is one more face i scorn
each heinous murder each child left to die is another little knife in me one more tear I cry
Doshidania, this is just a friendly note to inform you to refrain from double posting. I deleted your post from the "Olivia Benson" thread.
rambabe
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