by Sherrie Hurd

Created on: April 26, 2008

Im torn between two melodies each sweet as blood is red im torn in two by love tonight and dying in my bed No light shines down upon me just the ever knowing moon i fear my death will overtake and still my breath real soon i do not wish to hear that sound that captivates my soul i wish that you would bury me in the deepest darkest hole this horrid horrid fascinating spell must soon be broken why dont you take me serious you know that im not jokin these things now i have spoken good night my muse, my light

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