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Kiss me, my heart is dead
My feet were told that they needed to fall asleep that night, but they kept moving, kept moving I couldnt stop them!
I couldn't stop my heart....... Unbutton my heart, you will only find polluted blood, black red decaying mess. Polluted with pain, it overflowed and caused my heart to burst. My heart didn't want to die, It was the only part of me that was pleased with life. I never noticed that it was crying for me to save it, help it, cure it, find all the shredded pieces that fell all the way down my body and got burried underneath the skin. But now it's all to late, and i can't go back in time. My heart is dead, my heart is dead, my heart is dead.
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Comment by: Neo - 2007-02-15 20:53
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My feet were told that they needed
to fall asleep that night,
but they kept moving,
kept moving I couldn't stop them!
I couldn't stop my heart.......
Unbutton my heart,
you will only find polluted blood,
black red decaying mess.
Polluted with pain, it overflowed
and caused my heart to burst.
My heart didn't want to die,
It was the only part of me
that was pleased with life.
I never noticed that it was crying
for me to save it, help it, cure it,
find all the shredded pieces
that fell all the way down my body
and got buried underneath the skin.
But now it's all to late,
and i can't go back in time.
My heart is dead,
my heart is dead,
my heart is dead.
There you go.
Never give up. |
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| ...if...only...i could find a plug....for the defibralator! |
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Comment by: Jewels - 2006-11-29 19:04
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| Very beatnik! I can imagine this as a performance piece too. The pace of it is excellent and it reads almost in the voice of a sweet innocent child wrapped up in the bubble wrap of a panic attack. I like it *lots* :) |
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Comment by: - 2006-11-13 11:25
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| I was conjointly drawn in by the northern English colloquial appeal of "I couldn't stop *me* heart". The demonstrably heartfelt and well-expressed sentiment here will I imagine heal easily with the ticking of appreciative time. Good job. |
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Comment by: - 2006-11-13 10:25
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| This piece would be wonferful performed live. You can really hear your voice in it. |
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