poor innocent soul

Pour Innocent Soul He stood with a knife Half dead, half alive She waited for his call Her love for him This is the beginning Of the guy who had it all And all had never lived Empty in neglect Hardened by dispear All the defects She never asked for more She always wanted him He never knew he had everything This is the beginning When his life turned dim True love was the name They glowed, holding eachother He realized he never wanted everything He always wanted the simple. He stroked his knife against his neck That’s the night heaven became heck He spilt his torn soul She new nothing more He new it all She wanted him for him He spilt his torn soul *C.L*
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hey =) cool diary
[Anonymous]
wicked diary! nice poem/song/whatever that is too >_<
[Anonymous]
i like your diary how did you get the mouse like that???
[Anonymous]
i dont remeber where i got the pick but you save the pic you want in image manager and you title it top_left and it shoud be there... i got my crousor from happy goth club.com..
[Anonymous]
Your title's my favorite Brand new song form Deja Entendu....



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