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shourded in darkness
19:43 Aug 06 2006
Times Read: 677




by rj mcguire



Hey little girl

I know how you feel

You’re the one I want

You’re my bloody angel



For so long shourded in darkness

You’re the one that threw me out

into the light

you’re the one who saved me

from the darkness in my soul



everyday I wake up

I count my blessings that im with you

Counting down till the moment

I get to kiss you on your lips



You’re the one who

Showed me what music

Really means to me



For so long shourded in darkness

You’re the one that threw me out

into the light

you’re the one who saved me

from the darkness in my soul



I just hope you feel

The same way I do

Cause baby I cant imagine

What my life would be like

If you walked out of it



For so long shourded in darkness

You’re the one that threw me out

into the light

you’re the one who saved me

from the darkness in my soul

-CANDY AND RAZORBLADES-
19:42 Aug 06 2006
Times Read: 678




By: RJ McGuire



I yarn for the pain it seems.

Let me feel the razor cut,

Through me just like butter.

A thousand times.

I yell out in agony,

But no one listens.



Candy and razorblades.

Wasted tears fall upon my corpse

It’s all a poetic tragedy.

That’s all I seem to know.



I’m dying inside.

Can’t any one help me?

Am I destined to face,

The darkness by myself again.



Boxed up inside.

Trying to break out.

Alone I travel though.

Torn between staying,

And fighting to keep what I have,

Or running off into the darkness

Hiding only from myself once more.



Candy and razorblades.

Wasted tears fall upon my corpse

It’s all a poetic tragedy.

That’s all I seem to know.



Years of solitude behind me,

Or so I thought.

And now the razors call,

To let my blood run once more.



No one to talk to now.

Forced to be alone.

Silence all I hear,

Other then the music that I blare.



Feeling like no one really cares

Sick of feeling sorry for myself.

Keep telling myself that I’m not the same anymore.

But have I really change at all



Candy and razorblades.

Wasted tears fall upon my corpse

it’s all a poetic tragedy.

That’s all I seem to know.