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

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

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