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Skull Collector's Hell

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My Life

Life is an endless circle
I know what's to come
Disappointment, and waiting longer
For something that won't come
Endless falls from a top hardly seen
The wounds affect me…

My Heart

I have hidden the key well
A key to the door
Which hides the pain and hopeless hope.
That possibly time will kill.
People see blackness seeping through the door
And only cower in fear of what lies beyond.
If only one were to search for the key,
They may find that behind the door, Lay a muffled light,
That could easily be cleaned.

None of these were writen by me but they kick ass

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