

Past, Present, FutureTore the foulness from my soul, Ripped the heartache from my chest, All these things you've done for me, Yet the demons will not rest.Past, Present, Future
I wish to cleanse your soul for you, I wish to heal your wounds. I wish to feel the pain you felt. Am I asking this too soon?
When the scabs begin to scar, And they form upon your heart, Perhaps I'll be the salve you need. Maybe that's a start.
I know the open wounds are there. I know I have them too. Let them form the memories, While we create ones anew.


Promises and PleasThe doubts that have no merit, The fears that have no base, The questions ever asking, I'll put them in their place.Promises and Pleas
I feel myself descending. I fear I'm giving in. Forever I'll be fending, Those demons from within.
My heart I'm always wearing, On that same place on my sleeve. I pray that you'll be gentle, You stole it with such ease.
With hope I stand before you, With a feeling hardly known. I've meant all I've said to you, And all that I have shown.


GoodbyeHatred seeps from my every pore, For all the things to have come before, Before this horrid mess you made. I'm finished with this charade.Goodbye
When I see your face, When I see your tears, It reduces me to a child, It brings out all my fears.
You brought out all my demons. You destroyed my very core. I'll piece it back together. I'll no longer be your whore.
I've played your little game. I believe now it's your turn. It's time to place the blame. I hope it's fun to burn.
Deviant ID
by £deviantWEAR
by £deviantWEAR
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^_^ hey...Don't Panic.
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I want none of this Soul Toast. I thought we were having Stovetop?
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^_^ hey...Don't Panic.
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I want none of this Soul Toast. I thought we were having Stovetop?
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^_^ hey...Don't Panic.
From this movie, we learned:
Mexicans are afraid of bedsheets.
Mexicans are afraid of Jaguars.
Mexicans leave their children outside to sleep, even as infants.
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