Jazzy
Getting the Hang of it
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Post by Jazzy on Dec 2, 2005 16:59:06 GMT -5
Blood red thoughts shine through my eyes like a beacon for the devil My smile grows cold as I fall deeper into the abysmal depths of my insanity I no longer have a sense of time Seconds pass like minutes, minutes like hours Hours like days, and Days like an eternity Dense fog grips my brain preventing me from regaining and semblance of sanity So, I sit, lost in a metaphorical forest like an orphaned wolf cub Satan has taken possession of my soul and I am gone but not forgotten Black tears fall from my eyes as I slowly come to the realization That I am forever estranged From all I used to know
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Post by Sam on Dec 4, 2005 0:00:15 GMT -5
Beacon for the devil, eh?
I say you're somewhere bettween Bing Crosby, Dick Clark, and Jessica Alba.
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