BLOOD of the SCRIBE

Jan 04, 2005 13:25

All of this comes crashing down.Cornerstones gone sleepless,hopeless.No end in sight
Ink well has run dry.fill it with blood of the scribe.Rest comes easy to the guiltless.
Tthe vampire laments as he prays for the sun.Doom,dispair,tragedy are the tools of the trade
cut to the bone , rob the grave . unearth the stone , lay to waste . defile the tome , rip the page
Strip mine the vein , lay to waste .Frayed at the edge , flat lined . The anvil cracks
The hammer relentlessly comes down........A new pariah is born....chastisment lays you down to sleep
tucks you in with a bloody kiss . gifts of nightmares bitter sweet .type A negative shuts me down .
catch phrase will be the death of me .is this not what you came to see? Climb the walls till nails bleed
Rip the hair tear the seams , break the glass .Head in hands bell toles enlessly
......no end in sight
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