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The pieces in my life are still falling apart but i have an all new attitude and as my new year resolution have changed my life so this is the new me v.2011. So enjoy the happy hour. I am an avid re-blogger.
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May 31, 2011 12:37 pm

Blood Hounds

Cut me, hurt me, kill me I’m so bad; sinner I am, I fight, I scream, I shout, the love in me is profound.

Hate me, hurt me, I’m still around, I’m still abound, I’m wrong, still strong.

I’m not backing down, turn on me; change the voices in my head.

Shatter the glass, empty the jug, refill the acid, fuel with vinegar.

Undying souls are trying so hard, free us satan, cry, cry, cry;

So hungry, ready to devour, weaklings roam the planet, hurt and pathetic they prowl.

Cut me, bleed me, empty my veins, fill them with vinegar, how bad can it be?

I spew acid, I spew pain, I spread hatred, all disdain.

Love, touch, smile, all emotions wasted,

Garbage bags filled with hopes and dreams, filled with the one’s pursuit for dreams unstated

Creamy and foamy, sheik, and classy demons abound us all around us

Suck the blood out of our veins, hurt us, at least less than our loved ones

Horns on your head, tail on your back, hide it as bad as you can

I can see it from even a mile away, the evil you are, less than what I imagined it could be

It’s far less because my tail is longer than you,

My wallet is filled with the golden shillings; give it the rower to take you back

Fire, heat, burning sensations, better than the touch of the ones around

The wounds of the former heal quicker than that of the latter ones

Hounds scratch my doors, paw marks all over my door and face,

My soul is scarred, stretch marks from your loss, and blood stains on the sheets

Your touch, the warmth of your breath down my neck is all I crave

Hate me, hit me, make it hurt, throw me around, toss me around

A shot in the arm is easy to take than one in the heart, and a dagger in the back

Ah! Finally you prove your love, hit me with the burning arrow of love,

Kiss me on my forehead and tell me “Its alright dear, its alright!”

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