Saturday 18 October 2008 photo 6/7
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family:">In the coldest winter, the sun has made me warm. In the horrifying love, my heart has protected me. Still I feel the blades of bloody tears and screams of thunder acing through my body. I lay back every single day. And I watch this movie of tears so black. I see the knives of red fear laying there. Like nothing ever mattered.
The shore has broken the spell of love and let wind blow it down sea.
Maybe one day this old fairytale about happiness will me back.
Is it only me who watches this movie every day?
Is it only me who feels the warmth of the red and black flaming fire?
Could we take this film to pause, can we please talk about it for a wile and free this mind.
Could we rinse these eyes for what they’ve seen?
Can we un-leach this body from the hands that have been touching me.
Could we maybe even shower of this life and let the movie torture another mind for a change.
I am sick of these old scars never healing.
The shore has broken the spell of love and let wind blow it down sea.
Maybe one day this old fairytale about happiness will me back.
Is it only me who watches this movie every day?
Is it only me who feels the warmth of the red and black flaming fire?
Could we take this film to pause, can we please talk about it for a wile and free this mind.
Could we rinse these eyes for what they’ve seen?
Can we un-leach this body from the hands that have been touching me.
Could we maybe even shower of this life and let the movie torture another mind for a change.
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