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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required my life is frozen and stuck in time an endless torture an endless rhyme bloodstained bedsores and lifetime slits a world of chaos and murderous skits in a world that's mine but in mind of my own torture of gashes bloodstained stone beating the skin and ripping the flesh raping the corpse and burning the rest a world of nightmares a world that's mine going nowhere time after time an endless torture a lifetime of pain the clock wont move covered in stain who could rot or sever the thumb but time is not as fingers go numb and endless hallway a never ending chasm the nerves thine rattle a never ending spasm run away a time that's gone you're back again what is wrong? they always move watch the dead they're alive i think the talking head he told me to live but never to leave i live here forever to cry and to grieve the loss of the ones i thought i never knew to mourn and to pain i'm sorry i lost you tattered remains of hands and things feet and heads and other things the bedpost is gone save but the doorstop everything dies the clock won't stop carving insignia losing the air a face in the dark a dead given stare eyes in the shadow teeth in my vein the teeth are my own my own bloodstain a knock on the wall a corpse on the fan no one is there only the dead can a killer's life a yesterday's plight a life of solitude a life of no light wrongful rights and others done save but the few uncharted gun aim at the start the source of the pain a bullet through the head one last bloodstain
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