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Laugh of the Damned
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Other Does your passion ever haunt you,
When you come home at night?
Does it ever tell you that it loves you?
Can you feel it clench you tighter?
Your pain is your delight.
You can't see the hate till it becomes you?
It's homicide
It's homicide
Why would someone do the things
You find yourself still doing?
As though the choices in your heart,
Are done without your mind approving.
It's murder
It's murder
But it does haunt you,
And it does clench you tightly.
And you do do those things.
And your mind does approve.
It's suicide
It's suicide
**Insert Maniacal laughter here**
-Lo Ruhamah
awesome job here. i'd pick out some specifics but i love it all....
Why would someone do the things
You find yourself still doing?
As though the choices in your heart,
Are done without your mind approving.
It's murder
i agree.