10:08 p.m. -- back to the pit...
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i've never really thought i would paste a song in here. but i found myself sitting, staring at the screen unable to write. and all i could think of was this song by London After Midnight. "Carry on... Screaming (Ruins)" I've knelt at your alter- I've cut out my heart- I've lived in your Ruins- my pain is your art- my wrists are bound tight so as not to bleed- my eyes were so dark so as not to see- the memories of the past are fading like a bad dream- I've never been so alone than with you, I've never been scared to dream until now, I can't close my eyes, I'll carry on, screaming- your words are like ice, they melt in the heat-the cold and the pain which you seem to breed- have become what you are and left your ruins empty. Samanthabook funny faces the corridor of poetry bookshelf stories 'n stuff cast |