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Author: OracleVortex
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-03-04 - Updated: 03-03-04 - id:1541242

Insommina of the Insane

I hate to feel the burn
But I'm addicted to the pain
Funny how my scars still bleed
And I only cheer it on
Save me from my peaceful nights
And forgive me in the dawn

I can't sleep
Can't weep in the night
I can't dream
Can't scream as we fight
And I can't hold on tight
Can't hold onto you
And I can only blame
The insommina of the insane

Crack and peel
The skin it burns
Cut and slash
My hands
Give me all the blessings
Of a Dark Angel of Death
The charcoal Kiss
Sinks into his skin
Why do you spite me
I live to feel the burning fire

And I can't hope
Can't elope with phantom dreams
And I can't love
Can't glove the broken seams
And I can't hate
Can't berate where I've been
And I can only blame
The insommina of the insane

Another set of lyrics. I was in a weird mood when I wrote this.



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