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Saturday, July 05, 2008

Every fire shot to the sky tonight. Every crescendo engraved into my heart that bite. Nevermore.


Friday, August 31, 2007

Die,
 So now the lights flash white and all you see is anger get up.
Was your life worth it?
Were you content?
Could you make everything feel perfect in your own head?
What of your hands?

But now after all,
can you just forget?
But all before all,
what do you got to show for it?

To darkness? To suffer? To liberate? Of what for? For what of?

There's no second chance to write away that anger take it.
I felt comfort in this broken glass, we're soaked in ash, would you catch me if I fell hurting.

when you're broken, you're beat down.
See you in all, see all in you.

You won't be there when I call,
I will see you in hell.


Friday, March 16, 2007

im waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
reflecting on my past life and it doesnt have much time
cause at 5 oclock they take me to the gallows pole
the sands of time for me are running low
till the priest come to read me the last rites
i take a look through the bars at the last sights
of a world that has gone very wrong for me
can it be theres been some sort of an error?
hard to stop the surmounting terror
is it really the end and not some crazy dream?
somebody please tell me that im dreaming
its not easy to stop from screaming
but the words escape from me when i try to speak
tears they flow
but am i crying?
after all am i not afraid of dying?
dont i believe that there never is an end?
as i walk all my life drifts before me
and though the end is near im not sorry
catch my soul cause it tried to fly away and its still willing to
mark my words believe the soul lives on
when you know that your time is close at hand
maybe then you'll begin to understand
life down here is just a strange illusion.


Thursday, January 11, 2007

long story short, numb,bright,hurts


Saturday, December 30, 2006

even if i were to be different as long as i go with my intuetion with the thought of others it will go fine.sooner or later they will accept me for who i am as long as i prove to them that my consideration of thoughts can support myself then i can prove that its reliable with the sense of liability.



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