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That dark tunnel, evil voices whispering my name.
Trying to make me something I'm not.
Something I don't want to be.
Cold, heartless, emotionless.
I loathe it.
I want it, but I know the price.
A price I'm not willing to pay.
To be cold; to feel nothing.
To be heartless; not to care about anyone else.
To be emotionless; to be able to live without pain and agony.
- by Somebody Called Cheyenne |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/19/2010 |
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- Title: Whispers of Hell.
- Artist: Somebody Called Cheyenne
- Description: I Wrote this in the spur of the moment kind of, it just poped into my head when I was having a rough week and this is what came out.
- Date: 11/19/2010
- Tags: whispers hell
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- zombie guy j - 11/26/2010
- being cold is not so bad. eventually your emotions just dont register. you feel them but not as bad. and only certain people make you feel them like you used to.
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