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The Taste of Anaemia
By Trail of Fiends
The heartbeat of my destruction
Produces troubled blood
Missing the fuction
Inner polution exhausting me
Feeding the vice of paleness
I'm spineless...
The flesh shrinks
Hurts less, everyday
Mouthless and eyeless
I become one with these white walls
Anaemic ground
In a corridor of falls
I'm on the bed 05
Waiting for the straight line
Waiting...
And waiting...
Slowly...
Dying...
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Copyright 2005 Ornamented Flesh
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A former member wrote:
Awesome work! You deserved to be featured today!
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On Sunday, April 24, 2005, Kinkypoptart
(555)
wrote:
Awesome piece. ~*~Tart~*~
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On Wednesday, January 19, 2005, AniDayz
(820) wrote:
eerily gripping...another great piece.
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On Thursday, January 20, 2005, Trail of Fiends
(37) wrote:
It's impressive the inspiration you can get from a hospital. thank you.
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On Thursday, January 27, 2005, knightmirror
(426) wrote:
i guess so....*nods*....now that i have somewhat experienced it through the life you gave it....to an extent anyways....-knight
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