margaret atkinson Biography

Light the candle, watch the flame
Feel the heat, sense the shame
Hide the cuts, cover despair
Dress up, then re-dye the hair
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deep in the utter silence, the darkness carassess me
i feel its coldness creep up like a lion creeps up on a lamb
its passion for blood like a madman, it just keeps wanting more
i find myself passionate for the utter silence of the darkness
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sitting in a room
a blade across my wrists
waiting for my doom
which death has brought with a cold kiss
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i wake up to the screams in my ear
i want them to leave but they always come nearer
i hate you, your ugly, and stupid they say
they sit there and just claw me away
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looking back on all we did, i remember very well
you were my childhood sweetheart as much as i could tell
as we grew older things got harder to keep you by my side
then you took miss susie snow to be your lawful wedded bride
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