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Boy's Hell (Lyric) by shadowaura Bloody handprints on the wall
Flesh stained with fingerprints
Reddenned with re-opened scars
This is his punishment
The hand of his father strikes
Knocking him to the ground
He runs to hide in closets
Where tears are often found
His tears, they flow endlessly
His scars, they never fade
But they're unseen through the eyes
Of intoxicated rage
He tries to please his father
The only one he loves
But he's spent his seven years
Trying to see through his blood
He whispers in the darkness
The truth to me he tells
His words...sparks on dry timber
I weep for this boy's hell...
T.J.L
age 14
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Posted: September 4, 2003 5:15 PM PDT; Last modified: September 4, 2003 5:15 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.190725 Overall Rank: 4666 Comments:
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SupremeDreamer @ 204.31.179.229
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4-Sep-03/7:06 PM
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weep, why? for there is knives a plenty. 8.
pretty good
PS ignore SupremeDreamer it's better that way
and who might you be? ;) am i giving him bad advice? am i being unfair in judgement, or cruel in nature twards him? no..
why would it be better? does it matter either way? no. because he will always have to make a decision himself about any suggestions or opinions given to him (i hope). so why ask him to be narrow in eyesight? its best to consider all aspects, good, bad, useless, etc. dont you think? 147 view(s)
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