- Cold breath draws from my mouth, with a sigh so sharp it cuts deeper than any scream. With a heart shaped hole in my chest and a knife made of tears in my hand, I'm ready to fight. This war rages on, I kill more and more, will someone not stop this rage?
- by Benji the Lover |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/10/2009 |
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- Title: War on me.
- Artist: Benji the Lover
- Description: Read it if you want. I'm kinda depressed so i made this. I hope you like it. check out my other art as well please. thanks.
- Date: 09/10/2009
- Tags: poetry depression tears heart
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