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Riddle me this, riddle me that
There's still time my dear until all your blood you have spat
Tick tock, tick tock
Do you hear the death clock?
In running away there's no use
Either way you'll die with all the pain and abuse
Atleast let me end this
And allow you to steal from the Archangel a kiss
Run, hide, be safe you can't
I will always sense your every pant
Heal all the wounds, clean all the blood
There's no possible way you could
I can always find you by noise, sight and smell
I'm an animal from dementia, can't you tell?
- by Darkest_Insanity_Wolf |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/27/2009 |
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