Life
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KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
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Leaking Life Dry
An arid numbness inside. It lets the pain of a leaking life dry.
How can a breaking heart bleed bile when there's nothing left to feel?
To the solemn relief from hurt expelled on the breath of a barren sigh.
Wrapped in the solitude of an emptiness that blankets the soul with steel.
How can a breaking heart bleed bile when there's nothing left to feel?
Grounding the self in the parts of life that make a man truly humane.
Wrapped in the solitude of an emptiness that blankets the soul with steel.
Sometimes the selflessness can pierce the darkness in ways that defy pain.
Grounding the self in the parts of life that make a man truly humane,
Breathe out the inner fire along the time-littered desert of ugly introspection.
Sometimes the selflessness can pierce the darkness in ways that defy pain,
And give the human beast comfort from the heated depths of resurrection.
Breathe out the inner fire along the time-littered desert of ugly introspection,
To the solemn relief from hurt expelled on the breath of a barren sigh.
And give the human beast comfort from the heated depths of resurrection,
An arid numbness inside. It lets the pain of a leaking life dry.
An arid numbness inside. It lets the pain of a leaking life dry.
How can a breaking heart bleed bile when there's nothing left to feel?
To the solemn relief from hurt expelled on the breath of a barren sigh.
Wrapped in the solitude of an emptiness that blankets the soul with steel.
How can a breaking heart bleed bile when there's nothing left to feel?
Grounding the self in the parts of life that make a man truly humane.
Wrapped in the solitude of an emptiness that blankets the soul with steel.
Sometimes the selflessness can pierce the darkness in ways that defy pain.
Grounding the self in the parts of life that make a man truly humane,
Breathe out the inner fire along the time-littered desert of ugly introspection.
Sometimes the selflessness can pierce the darkness in ways that defy pain,
And give the human beast comfort from the heated depths of resurrection.
Breathe out the inner fire along the time-littered desert of ugly introspection,
To the solemn relief from hurt expelled on the breath of a barren sigh.
And give the human beast comfort from the heated depths of resurrection,
An arid numbness inside. It lets the pain of a leaking life dry.
MechaBlade
irrumatio king
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I beg to differ. Life is nowhere as good as the painlessness of not being alive. Well, dying is probably a bitch.sexy-girl said:
My sad times mainly make the good times a little worse.
