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For the Demon.


Submitted:Dec 10, 2009    Reads: 68    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I need a sentence raw,

I need a freasher song,

I need to find a hatchet,

And rip through thoughts of you.

I love you so much

I want to tear you apart

With grace and understanding.

I want to pierce your soul

And become real.

I want to fill your lungs

With air that heals your holes.

I'll be the one holding you high,

I'll be the one to give you our world,

I'll sleep next to you,

And suffocate you with extasy.

Blue eyes sleeping,

You mean more than this to me.





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