bye bye


Fate?A bleeding chest begins to rise. Hands clenched Hair drenched He slowly opens his eyes.Fate?
There he sits On the tile For a while Regaining his wits.
What'd he do to deserve this fate? Still alive Here to thrive Within' this world of hate.
A voice within' this deathly gloom To give the truth Of venemous proof
That this is not his doom.


Another RessurectionThe drip, drip, drip of blood Slow breaths Of a million deathsAnother Ressurection
A pool as thick as mud.
Footsteps on a tile floor A cry of pain A feeling of disdain Breaths heard no more.
A voice of passion from the dark A low tone
For a word unknown Creating a new life's spark.
His life in her hand On his chest, He has no rest His journey again spanned.
sam2061991@yahoo.com
sam20619991@hotmail.com
im not any sex offender jacob.. i just want to learn the truth and all so please get back to me
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My Gallery is cold you should give it a visit [link]
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why not put a bullet to my head? It'll only make me feel better.
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My Gallery is cold you should give it a visit [link]
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why not put a bullet to my head? It'll only make me feel better.
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My Gallery is cold you should give it a visit [link]
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