Skull Collector's Hell

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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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