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A Dozen Furies For A Dozen Crimes
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The Anarchist Abendroth PM
Two nights ago a bullet blew its way through my head... One night ago I rose up out of the soil born anew
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama - Words: 304 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-01-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2269921
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Two nights ago a bullet blew its way through my head

I crawled to my casket, my body made of lead

The eternal sunshine has shut itself away

Bringing Tartarus's night to what used to be day

And every day I lose ground as you lose face

Clipped my burnt wings, another fall from grace

My world remains akin to the bottomless Void

My Black Earth deprived of anything humanoid

Dark, this old heart

I feel it chilled inside of me

Torment, heaven-sent

I feel it raped inside of me

Night, trumps the light

Darkened inside of me

Asylum gowns, please pin me down

For the chains no longer hold me...

Through the day, I suffered as a mime

Waiting patiently for my breath to find the time

To return to me, as it should

So that I may return to do what I would

Dusty winds have blinded the Fates

And this black key has opened the gates

To a bitter paradise I prefer to have lost

That I will bury again at any cost

Sharp, it cuts apart

The bleeding heart inside of me

Suffer, to build a buffer

Blocked thoughts inside of me

Dark Eden, lost children

Haunting eyes inside of me

Asylum gowns, please pin me down

For the chains no longer hold me... STILL!

One night ago I rose up out of the soil born anew

I know what I need and I don't need you

If a shut mouth and silence is golden

Then I'm a scratched copper chest left wide open

Out of my dark tissue comes the dreaded Erebus

A moral man's Prudence no match for murderous Incubus

As he taints Aether the sickly light allows you to see

In the end of our time you're all DEAD TO ME!

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