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Name: ross
State: Ohio
Birthday: 2/16/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: music is pretty much my life.
Expertise: i am awsome on the drums.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
3/31/2005
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| Well, I wrote this one a while ago. It just asks the question, "What will you say just before you die," and kinda shows how I thinkit will end up.
What To Say (with my last breath): 6/20/05
What to say? What to say?
Do I curse you?
Put you down for all you've done?
Let it be known?
Shout to the world my dellema?
Tell them all,
The way you held me back?
Use this breath,
for waht, I ask.
I'm on the verge of death.
The poisen is in my vains, the bullet in my heart.
My lungs are piered, and mymouth bleeds.
What will I say with my last breath?
Do I ask for your help?
Would you help me back to health?
Tell youth is:
That I still love you anyway.
Why do I?
Please, just try and heal me.
I'm on the verge of death.
The poisen is in my vains, the bullet in my heart.
My lungs are piered, and mymouth bleeds.
What will I say with my last breath?
Do I beg for forgivness?
Ask God if I'm on His side?
Think on this.
My afterlife will be where?
I'll beg, you think?
Not to you, no, buttoHim.
What to say? What to say? | | |
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I wrote this one day when I looked in the mirror and my eyes looked plain. They were REALY plain, emotionless...
In the Mirror (6/1/05)
How do you tell, if there's life?
Can you feel, or is it not there?
Should I just, know it to?
Or should I feel it strong and pulsing?
I feel nothing, not at all.
I was lost so long ago.
Look for it, can you see?
It's gone forever, gone from me.
In the mirror I see no life.
The eyes are empty, face is pale.
Bloodshot and burning, or white and sad.
Can you bring it back, I can't remember.
How does it feel to have life?
Pain, it brings back memories.
The only feeling I have left.
Create new, it's all I have.
Looking forward, I do not.
Emotions, emotions, emotions, feel.
What can I do, to have again,
the emotions I need, or do I need?
Maybe I, don't need them.
Show me. Tell me. In my eyes, where's emotion?
In the mirror I see no life.
The eyes are empty, face is pale.
Bloodshot and burning, or white and sad.
Can you bring it back, I can't remember.
How does it feel to have life?
I look in the mirror, I look for those eyes.
Now I see nothing, the reflection is gone.
The mirror never shattered, but my sole did.
What can I do, to have again? | | |
| I wrote this because I felt like people were forcing stuff out of me.
Raping My Mind (5/17/05)
The blood, it comes from my ears.
The twitch, it courses my neck.
The tears, they drip from my eyes.
The tremble, it can not be stopped.
I think, while curled on the ground.
I feel, constant and burning.
I know, you may be the one.
I wonder, if I walk will you follow?
You're raping my mind!
Putting in, digging out! Unwanted.
You've found what I hide.
Burried deep, oh unthought. Forgotten.
You violate me.
Poking and prodding, my secorets.
You're raping my mind!
Your raping, my mind...
The blood, it comes frome my eyes.
The twitch, nerves singed by life.
The tears, they drown me so slow.
The tremble, fear of no end.
Just release me, oh please.
Can't you just let go?
I cry and I beg, and I'll try til' I'm dead.
Just release me, oh no.
You got what you want, can't you just let me go?
You're raping my mind, taking your time,
I will not live past dawn...
You've raped my mind...
I think, with all I have left.
I feel, with all I have left.
I know, with all I have left.
I wonder, what all I have left.
You're raping my mind!
Putting in, digging out! Unwanted.
You've found what I hide.
Burried deep, oh unthought. Forgotten.
You violate me.
Poking and prodding, my secorets.
You're raping my mind!
Your raping, my mind...
(add on that doesn't fit)
Get out! Get out! I scream.
I can't take it anymore!
I've been sick of it forever!
Get out! Get out! Death. | | |
| here's another song.
In the Dark (5/12/05)
Just leave me here,
where I can't see.
Just let me go,
where I can disapear.
Or do you have to end it?
In the darkness.
Are you gunna do it?
Hurry up, decide.
Soot me already!
Get it over with.
End it already!
Get me overwith.
Or go. Leave me in the dark.
No light, except the fire of a gun.
No sound, except the click of a trigger.
No smell, except the rot of death.
No thought, except the feeling of sorrow.
Do you know what it's like?
To know death.
Not the passing of a body,
but the passing of a soul.
A heart beats, but emotion is gone.
Darkness of unreachable magnitude.
here's another song to go with that one.
In the Dark-part 2/I'm Waisting Away (5/12/05)
Way deep down inside myself,
I can not find my way.
I'm lost in all the emtyness,
of what I have become.
Searching for answers to what I need.
Not finding help at all.
Hunting for hours through wasted life,
I'm stuck here in the dark!
Can you help me find my way?
Would you, bring me back home?
Turn on a light for me,
lead the way.
Or is it pleasure you find,
leaving me in the dark!
How could you be this way?
Sedistic as life itself!
Grab my hand and pull me out,
unless you plan to shut the door.
Either way, just do something.
I'm wasting away.
I'm wasting away... I wasting away...
Turn on as light for me. I'm wasting away...
Shut the door on me. I'm wasting away...
Please just pull me out. I'm wasting away...
Leave me in the dark. I'm wasting away... | | |
| I finnished writing "Lip Scars" when I realized I kind of hate this world, so I wrote this song. If I ever get them made as songs, I want "Lip Scars" to role right into this song.
For a World (5/10/05)
I give alot for this world.
A world that doesn't even love me.
I don't know why.
I love it even less.
It hasn't done anything for me.
Then why do I still give?
???
What els do I do?
I have nothing els to do.
What els can I do?
Nothing right now.
I'll just go on with my life.
But to end it wouldn't matter.
It may help the world.
It would help me.
I give so much for nothing.
Myself, my stuff, my skills.
I have nothing now,
and you still don't love me.
What does it take?
What els could you want?
???
What els do I do?
I have nothing els to do.
What els can I do?
Nothing right now.
I'll just go on with my life.
But to end it wouldn't matter.
It may help the world.
It would help me.
It will change.
I'll find my place.
Whether it be on my own, on the road, or in death, I'll find it. I'll find it. | | |
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