untitled.My angel so obscure in the obvious Stroll in the moonlight and all will take notice I see your smile everywhere, a stolen goddess grin With child eyes and all your care, taken by a whimuntitled.
Toying with strings of puppets in the past A quiet and distant friend with a cast That heals only in what one gives, the only problem is The demons must have known this.
All along. all along
Misery-Path to hope, part oneMisery (part one, the path to hope) I. The Sky fell in the eyes of a child And the universe lit up, its heart gone wild In a frenzy in, in a craze The fields around burned as demons grazed The flowers died and the desert bloomed The walk for the rose would be resumedMisery-Path to hope, part one
II. Night fell, and the wind blew no whispers The knot in his chest moved up and down While the world was dark and he cried blisters He could not help but remove his crown In the distance there was but one weary eye He would try to grab it to find it a lie On his hands and knees, he s
too lateI fell asleep on my grave and they buried me alive I came here to crave and i got for what I strive a headfull of nothing And a soul full of lust A self written epitaph Of a lost sense of whats just Warm for a while Then Cold again Suspended and vile Masked in sin She came to me with open arms And all I did was cry Always end up right again ‘till I’d rather die I killed him in a haze Of spinning rooms and smoke Set to work on the days When I wouldn’t be so broke Forgive me, I lost who I was Forgivetoo late
CleansingCold caught and stuck with guilt Wrapped in a coat soaked with the blood that I've spilt The waves will pull me along the shore Taking me to a place of quiet, where I won't hurt anyone anymore A place where the voices can yell at the sky A place where the sunset is my only high A place where I can plant my soul to re-grow A forgotten sanctuary where no one else can go The warmth of the tide will pour into my soul and Finally I'll have something to fill up that hole But don't worry about me, not in the least Because away from the world, I'm finally at peaceCleansing
Devious Journal Entry
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* N-Force High School Football Rules!!! *
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..And then i kicked the shit out of her
Your very welcome
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Choice. The boy has no real choice, has he? Self-interest, the fear of physical pain drove him to that grotesque act of self-abasement. Its insincerity was clearly to be seen. He ceases to be a wrongdoer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of morals.
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..And then i kicked the shit out of her
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Choice. The boy has no real choice, has he? Self-interest, the fear of physical pain drove him to that grotesque act of self-abasement. Its insincerity was clearly to be seen. He ceases to be a wrongdoer. He ceases also to be a creature capable of morals.
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The only reason for being a writer, a storyteller, is that you just can't help it. You have to do it. -F. Paul Wilson
and of course for the watch!
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