poemranker ::To Be by Gothicnightmare

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Lyric № 48167

To Be

by Gothicnightmare

Member since 2003 · Posted 27 Apr 2003 · 1 comment

Blood on my hands, blood on my feet. shells hit the floor, students run for the door. you cant escape, your doomed fate. distortion of my mind, distortion of my heart. you cant stop, its over now. your all gone. this could have been stoped, if some one person, would have just let me talk. i know its my fault, i took it upon myself, to prove a point. no one can help, what cant be stoped. full throttle ahead, someone's not dead. its all over now, all 900, all the 900 that made cry. soon to heaven they will fly, and to hell, when i die. angels and deamons, all on earth a painful place, to be

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[1] thepinkbunnyofdoom 28-Apr-03/6:39 PM Reply
Oi Blah Vay! You didn't. You just didn't! For Chirst Sake you Didn't okay!! You are not a mass serial killer nor will you ever be(because you post poems like this on the internet and people start watching you like a hawk) so no!. I can't call this trash because it at least has some good imagery(just a little) but Geeze Louise there is no real strength as a lyric and it reads like a bad metallica song(no offense to said band) from after load. I try and be nice, really I do, and I hope you don't take offense but this is not a winner in my books. -1-