sole

Age: 28
Occupation: Chairwarmer













My skin is cold, transfusion with somebody morose and
Old, drop into fruitless dying
It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising
Now burning prayers, my silent time of losing

My foes - they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself

Long for the blur, we cannot dry much longer
Cement to dirt, disgusted with my cheapness

Reaching down, staring up (at the forgiver)

-- PANTERA
(10's) It can't destroy my body

sole's Works

Rant (Philosophical)	2013-01-13	Family
Other	2008-11-20	An Apology
Poetry	2008-07-09	A Poem With No Name
Poetry	2006-05-03	Surreality
Rant	2004-06-04	Politics: Terrorism 101
Poetry	2004-05-24	Under the Thunder
Lyrics	2004-03-17	Returnity
Poetry	2004-03-17	Blindly Offensive
Poetry	2004-01-08	Freedom Key
Rant	2004-01-05	Four Letter Infamy
Poetry	2004-01-04	Biodegradable
Poetry	2004-01-03	Spin
Poetry	2004-01-01	Dissolving Escort
Poetry	2003-12-22	Black Eye Hope
Poetry	2003-12-21	Second
Poetry	2003-12-21	Careless Consequence
Poetry	2003-12-02	Woe of a Shadow
Poetry	2003-11-25	On Trial
Poetry	2003-11-24	Revolution.
Poetry	2003-11-22	Liquid Sky
Poetry	2003-11-18	Inspired by
Poetry	2003-11-15	Untimely
Poetry	2003-11-14	Named
Poetry	2003-11-13	Windowed
Poetry	2003-11-13	This beast

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