This Ethreal sphere in orbit hung,
I think My dreams to leave unsung...
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This vain red puddle in which I drown,
Drains the life to which I am bound.
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Boiling red it fades to black,
As Chords of pain aford no slack...
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This trophy Wreath of death is hung.
About my neck,... dreams still unsung.
Reason for writing:
My life sucks.. basicaly. :)
Birth sign: Aquarius
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