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Jan. 3rd, 2005 04:05 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
And here's a little something to give you the right idea of my twisted mind.
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Pray.
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Alone at night, alone at day.
He sits in his little room and pray.
He wanders how, how can someone just take your heart and play.
How can someone turn dreams in to dust.
Dust, filled with disgust.
He bares a scared heart.
He bares a shattered dream.
His life was aways hard.
His soul is filled with dreams unseen.
He just hides inside himself and scream.
With each and every passing day,
the end is closing on its pray.
With each and every passing night,
he is turning in to a dark knight,
afraid to step out to the light.
Consumed by darkness, yet hi wisps his pray.
What's his pray about,
why won't he say it out loud?
Why he's hiding in his room,
with eyes gazing at the moon?
You can see him dyeing,
but it looks like he is flying.
He never has a smile on his face,
he has only but an empty gaze.
One day they found that sad and lonely boy.
They found him laying on the floor.
His blood was rushing like a river under the door.
His hands were bleeding his last drops of blood.
He was dead, without even knowing the world.
But that sad and lonely boy.
For the first time in his life,
he had a smile, a smile full of joy.
And so the boy was happy even if it was only once.
And so the pray has ended.
And so the sorrow ended.
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Pray.
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Alone at night, alone at day.
He sits in his little room and pray.
He wanders how, how can someone just take your heart and play.
How can someone turn dreams in to dust.
Dust, filled with disgust.
He bares a scared heart.
He bares a shattered dream.
His life was aways hard.
His soul is filled with dreams unseen.
He just hides inside himself and scream.
With each and every passing day,
the end is closing on its pray.
With each and every passing night,
he is turning in to a dark knight,
afraid to step out to the light.
Consumed by darkness, yet hi wisps his pray.
What's his pray about,
why won't he say it out loud?
Why he's hiding in his room,
with eyes gazing at the moon?
You can see him dyeing,
but it looks like he is flying.
He never has a smile on his face,
he has only but an empty gaze.
One day they found that sad and lonely boy.
They found him laying on the floor.
His blood was rushing like a river under the door.
His hands were bleeding his last drops of blood.
He was dead, without even knowing the world.
But that sad and lonely boy.
For the first time in his life,
he had a smile, a smile full of joy.
And so the boy was happy even if it was only once.
And so the pray has ended.
And so the sorrow ended.
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