Dark shape crawling through the night,
living in a state of fright.
Living, not alive at all,
I'm just waiting for death's call.

You're a cold and heartless stone,
just attacking when I'm prone.
Just ignoring me at whole,
cutting through my lonely soul.

Sadist fool, considered friend,
what you've done I cannot mend.
What's your point in doing this,
taking what I truely miss?

Angel's wings are chained and bound,
but your backstab's all I found.
But stop now or you'll begin,
to make outside match within.

written on: 09-10-2001

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