I simply must know
why in the world,
I cut the finger
on which you twirled.
My heart sank so fast,
As ever you did fall,
These eyes watched you tumble,
As you gave it your all.
Your gone from my body,
But not yet my soul,
To touch those lips again,
Would make myself whole.
Whole on the outside,
Empty within,
To kiss your tainted lips,
To lie in my sin.

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As miserable as life may be I hold it pretty precious...

If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I wil write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always, I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
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[This message has been edited by Hannibal (edited October 31, 2001).]