bordem, by eleanor maslen Subscribe to rss feed for eleanor maslen

To many nights spent alone,
from broken dreams i wake.

The devil knows i need him 
my soul is his to take.

From eyes of black tears do fall
and i can see him still

for all the hope and sorrow
i have never lost my will. 

the soul is torn and burnt 
my mind is a closed cage

from my heart i bleed
as only god knows my rage.  
Posted: 2012-01-12 10:27:29 UTC

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2012-02-23 02:16:49lance
bravo babe bravo-- i miss ya you psycho lol where the heck are ya