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Fade away

September 21, 2009
By Anonymous

Your blooded tears come down
A blacked puddle forms around
Death shall never face the world of hate,
Can't but yet in away make sense

Hearing them call your name
The dying screams shout your fame
Laughter at which pends for mercy
No wonder you can't see

Can you feel the coldness in the air,
Chills run down your spine
The merciful cries of torture
Madness in ones twisted mind


The author's comments:
I wrote this poem when i was filled with rage so in a sense it might not make sense but i never make sense so it will fit in together .....

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