This must be hell she thought,as the rain began to fall,to get all you wanted,& then to hate it all
This street minds its business like a jailor minds his jail
That house there is haunted,
That door's a portal to hell
This streets holds its secrets very well
That man wears his skin like a dancer wears her veils,
That man stalks his victims, like a cancer stalks a cell.
That mans soul has left him, his hearts as deadly as a rusted nail
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That house there is haunted,
That door's a portal to hell
This streets holds its secrets very well
That man wears his skin like a dancer wears her veils,
That man stalks his victims, like a cancer stalks a cell.
That mans soul has left him, his hearts as deadly as a rusted nail
That man ( Read more... )
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I didnt think anyone read this fucking thing, heh.
Love,
Adam
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love,
adam
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