The blood on my hands, it came to me,
One summer night, beneath the trees.
The bloody tears that fell from the sky,
Covered me and the ground with a sigh.
A single piece, metal in my hands,
Tells me this rain, was once a man.
A dog-tag sits, drowning in blood,
For a war its owner never understood.
A scream in my ears, startles me awake,
My trembling worsens, my hands shake.
For one moment, I think myself all right,
But then, I remember
You did die in the war that night







Devious Comments
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When god gives you lemons- FIND A NEW GOD!
ZOM9H4CK3RLCLWTFBBQROFL!
GUILTY!?!? ZOMG-PWN3D ROFL!!
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"If you must mount the gallows give a jest to the crowd, a coin to the hangman, and make the drop with a smile on your lips."
-Birgitte Trahelion from Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time series
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Oro?
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I'm sorry my conscience called in sick again.
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You say "emo" like it's a bad thing.
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YAH! I'm a nihilist!
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Oro?
~*~
I'm sorry my conscience called in sick again.
~*~
You say "emo" like it's a bad thing.
~*~
YAH! I'm a nihilist!
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Depression....
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Lets dance.. in the dark... alone... naked... horizontally... until the lights come on... outside.
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Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.
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Oro?
~*~
I'm sorry my conscience called in sick again.
~*~
You say "emo" like it's a bad thing.
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YAH! I'm a nihilist!
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