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Rated: E · Other · Other · #1983374

some times, a machine isn't just a machine

the Machine 2





behind these shades is where I hide
black leather keeps the hurt inside
wind rips the tears from my cheeks as I ride
if I stop im afraid ill die
she tore out my heart, fettered it in chain
trapped in her night mare dream
kept me addicted to her pain
she forgot the machine...........
It SCREAMS my name
it keeps me alive
it heals my pain
with it I will survive
its smoke and fire fills my chest
to hell with my heart! its a useless part!
the Machine will take the rest!
its happy with what's left!
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