Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Cold Dead Fusion!

The Cold
dead
wicked
Into
the
black
pale
morning

Rip me apart
I'm crazy

Cold as the tempered
bleeding,
as the song has became boaring.

Who will stop the pain,
When will you wake up, dead?

Five years
of
waiting.
Five years
at
school,
five
years
is...?
What is five years?

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