deathrow for heaven
you
ripped this heart apart
the cold wind tells me
your breath refuses
to keep me warm
those futile words
you shot at me
i read them as my eyes fall on
the bloodstains on my arm
that's the love
here it ends
to give in all on death's demands
i'm certain
yes, i'm possitive
heaven is awaiting me
cause hell is where
i am right now
and sweetly infiltrating me
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| Auteur: delivered by a nun | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 04 mei 2005 | ||
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