Blood by Chris newlash

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Blood

Blood flowing through my viens.
Blood falling when it rains.
Blood dripping from the walls.
Blood my name, that it calls.
Blood trickle from the knife.
Blood take away my life.
Paint with blood, in my art.
Paint with the blood of my heart.
Blood, it's dripping now I'm crying.
Blood, it's pouring now I'm dieing.
Cry bloody tears when I'm sad.
Cut myself when I'm mad.

Chris newlash

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Mik Xo (9/9/2008 5:11:00 AM)
: O,
are you okay?
is this true or not?

Kirsten Gray (9/2/2008 9:53:00 AM)
so sad =[ but yet still so true! this one is very nicely worded~*Kirsten*~

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Chris newlash (19-45-1900 / peeweeville alaska)