By Stephen stephen_sherm@hotmail.com Date: 14 July 2000
Crimson trickles down that pale skin Breathing in and out with R!A!G!E knowing within The candle wax is m_e_l_t_e_d And you can't live or die with this sin So having to forget, having to restrain... \S/ /M\ \A/ /S\ \H/ a few things in the meantime It is all beyond (T)he ability to e a r This thought makes the heart feel f-e-a-r She wont be back