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*water i drank your posion
i lapped it up
drinkng from that silver cup
i am hanging limp
just as a puppet on a string
my life waiting for your next whim
i'd like to believe i could extract it all
and cut these dusty strings
but afterall, that might require somthing of me
my eyes are under water
my lungs as dusk as an eyptian cuccooon
all i am is searching- wandering in your heart- looking for some room
clear it away.
i love to clear it all away
make myself quite comfortable
fix myself some - i think i'd like to stay
it's medevil castle
hedgegrown maze and vampires included
we all need a little mystery
add just a dash of mysery
and you get me
i sigh
get me
get me
forget me
that's how it goes
in these flowing prose
and in life
in incubated strife
take my arm
-it's the salt that i am
leave me with no flaver
then critisize me for being bland
it's who i am
i'll be again
my fingers have a mind of there own
my, how they like to roam,
pikng at food, and moving over musky pages,
with no bodies
oh, i'd bathe in blood too
in all the life in me i gave to you
just to pretend
it was in me again
i will raom
oh i will raom
through dim lite hallow hallways
thinking of my home
thinking of my home
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why do i perpetualy run into you?
what is this story?
what's it all about?
