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uncomprehended voices
broken record in the mind
scream the day of life and death
a bloodbath from behind
deceiving all eyes around
believing that the time is found
auroras in the sky above
composing a new way of love
sharp glass broken under feet
painfull merciless killing heat
the hell in which you really are
was never exactly all that far
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AlexxDepressedSoulposted on 02/24/2007
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-merciless
-bloodbath
-the heat of hell
There's a few--sorry, Im not all that great at titles myself. I like the poem though. may different ideas in only a few words. Great!