She used to be a queen
She used to have everything
Sadness a distant thought,
that never touched her smiling face
She used to be an angel
She used to be my hero
Until today I saw her eyes
Filled with tears, and such sorrow
She used to hold compassion
She used to be a dream
I wanted to weep in shame
to drink all those tears away
She used to be my queen
She used to be my everything
but now I know pain is a bitter enemy
that nightmares are not just in my dreams














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someone set up us the bomb O.O
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Nyx
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"There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create."
Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII
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Fear is the mother of morality.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Thank Gods zombies don't smell like food...or food like zombies...
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My no-stock
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Nyx
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"There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create."
Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII
She used to be an angel
She used to be my hero
Until today I saw her eyes
Filled with tears, and such sorrow
is just a truly fantastic stanza, I like this a lot! great job
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"Does the body rule the mind or does the mind rule the body- I dunno..." -Morrissey
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Nyx
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"There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create."
Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII
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