.countdown.

Counting down the days until i die
on this bed of thorns and nail
i will forever cry.
in life you won't see me try to patch
up all this pain.
hatred mends the holes in my heart
hold on you haven't heard the best part.
i will burn myself upon the stake.
oh yes, such a heavenly trait 
to hate to love and love to hate.
it's tearing me to pieces.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Guzzi Avatar
April 15, 2009 at 8:51 AM
and this is a solution to what? Light & Love
and you cut to get attention that you say you dont want. why dont you do something useful with your time and wash the blood and sh!t stained underwear you own that we packed up for you.
Burton Avatar
March 25, 2009 at 10:43 AM
I like you style of a name, atleast your making a statement with it and not a joke, its rebelious in a way, goes against our usual poetry laws..... its bold and in some way ritious. Enjoyed this read. Love your style.
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March 23, 2009 at 11:32 AM
compleatly understandable. burn your self at the stake? you must have knoledge of the martyrs starting with stephen and ending with hmmm yourself lol John H Loving III
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