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Plaster white room,
Barren barred windows.
Privacy removed as
Fragile body rocks.
Elegant fingers trace ivory skin,
Longing for the band and needle.
Injection of Heaven from a vial,
Ejection of hatred from within.
Empty eyes replay past,
Promiscuous nights spent soaring high.
Grasping pen with tune in hand,
Masterpiece slices through fine lines.
- by Anti Angelix |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/16/2009 |
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- Title: Disproportionate Groove
- Artist: Anti Angelix
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Description:
“Only sick music makes money today.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche
- Date: 04/16/2009
- Tags: disproportionate groove
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Comments (1 Comments)
- saurra san - 05/31/2009
- i like it it seems dark, your emo arent u? my sister was, i am goth or was im slipping into darkness, your realy talented keep it up.
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