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It was love....To me, stillness meant nothing
and nothing meant peace
Withdrawn form the world
I await your arrival
I Am still
While you enter the room
You see my sorrow with every drop of blood
and you hear the razor hit the floor
you take this in for the first and final time
with every cut standing for everytime my love was rejected
I sit here
hoping you'd see my executioner
the face of death to many
You're not the cause of this
I only blame myself
I was the one who did wrong
I was not society
as cold as it is that killed me
or a broken home
and it was never you
It was love like so many before me
That killed me...
It was love.....
Happily Never AfterSo tell me, tell me
what you wanna see
I know, I know
You say I'm never gonna be
the one for you....
No matter how much I wish it
you'll just push me down in the mosh pit
even if I get up again
you'll take my favorite story and burn the end...
Chorous: You know, you know
what I said
and you say I'm better of dead
and you know what I really meant
and you just said go to hell and get bent
can't you see
I don't know what you want out of me...
So c'mon, c'mon
I read you like a book
and in the end my heart you always took
I know I'm can't be
the one for you....
My love you never did accept
I read you through and in depth
and still I just don't understand you
I don't ge what you want out of me
why can't you see
So please tell me, tell me
If you ever loved me
or was I blind and didn't see
but never wanted to accept it
and took all your secrets and never kept them
SO this is me outside your window
listening to your lies I never knew
with me in the bushes with a gun
do you wa
His Name Is Cackle~
His Name Is Cackle~
A new clown is headed to town~
Wearing not a smile, but a frown~
Fettered wrists, and his mouth stitched closed~
But why this is, not a soul knows~
That is until his bonds break~
And he's free from chain and shackle~
Nightmares wrought throughout his wake~
His name is Cackle~
Creations Of The SoberA smirk crawls upon your face,
As the pretty bright blood leaks down your arm,
Part of you is whispering,
"what have I done..?"
But you can barely hear it over the demented laughter,
That is emerging from your throat.
Your whole body is shaking,
With fear or with excitement, still remains unknown,
You look down at the bodies around you,
Drowning within their own blood.
You clench your fist,
Digging your nails into your rough skin,
Until your royal blood starts to flow.
You begin to laugh louder,
Dragging your feet through the mixture of their blood,
You walk past them,
Leaving a murderous trail behind.
You simply pick up your weapon,
Licking off the remaining blood,
And tighten your grip around it,
Ready to attack,
Your best friend stands in the distance,
Eyes wide and mouth open,
He's too frightened to say a thing.
You flash a smile his way,
When you realize he's crying.
"T-Those w-were yo-ur f-friends.."
He trails off,
Silent tears rolling down his cheeks,
FearViewing the world with bleeding eyes,
The black windows to soulless oblivion.
How awful that such evil could be contained in one being.
Neck cocked to the side,
Waiting to strike when we're most disposed.
Wait till we quarrel.
Wait till we question our morals.
Wait till we've forgotten who we are.
Then rip us to pieces.
Break us in two.
Crush us underfoot till the only left are those to mourn.
The strong will be all that's left,
But the strong won't last.
All will be swallowed.
None will escape once fear has dug his claws deep into our minds.
SoullessI traded my soul for a little more life
And was given a body that isn't mine.
Now I've been employed by death
To be a gatherer of souls.
I use the one life I was given
To destroy the lives of thousands.
Why did I make such a choice?
I should have let myself die.
I never deserved a second chance.
I never deserved power.
Now I must use it for evil.
There's no good in this world.
Evil has swallowed us whole.
All that's left is rotting souls.
Where is your god?
The Parade of the SoullessAgonized faces, twisted into morbid smiles
Bodies dragged along behind; unwilling,
Yet spurred on by frivolous anxiety.
The mask cracks and fractures; begins to fail.
The light slips through, and burns the skin;
The Persona withers and inner tensions mount
And it implodes.
Revealed is a face scarred by tears
And unwrinkled by laughter.
A face so real and terrifying, and gruesome,
That we demand it never be seen.
And so it dies. And so do we.
We are wandering husks,
Devoid of feeling;
And paraded about,
As if our warm corpses
Still possessed any semblance of life.
This timeThe wheels
and a hard place,
and I can't charm
And I'm not sure
what it wants from me
The WriterA good writer makes everything quieter.
Endless possibility till
the end of all things-
All given aspect is given
due regard, but
only when a good writer makes everything
One might say things become
Sin titulo.3600 segundos para encontrarse
en una habitación sin salida.
Unos 639 músculos
y 206 huesos luchando
en vano por una muerte segura.
64 dientes alimentándose de amor
y una vida de miedos,
6 litros de cerveza.
Dos cuerpos que se resisten a ser
una misma soledad
(la que tanto daño te hace ahora).
El inevitable puñetazo que recibes en el estómago
cuando te das cuenta de que estás tú solo,
en medio de la oscuridad,
en mitad de la nada.
3600 segundos para acariciar una ausencia.
3600 lunares de aire
que recorres con la punta de los dedos.
3600 palabras que escribes para nadie.
La luz del pc te hace infinitamente más hermoso
que la luz del día.
En esta casa solo hay silencio y grietas,
frío y mucho asco.
3600 segundos para hacerte una paja
y correrte gritando como un cerdo.
Como alguien que despierta
de su propia pesadilla.
Como un ángel
que acaba de perder sus alas.
To me life means nothing
So close to the edge
I've lost all hope in what was meant to be
Why did I trust you, to my heart I gave you the key
For I wanted to feel what belonging was
You showed me what hate does
Step by step I look over the edge
the thoughts of what I would leave behind fly through my head
Knowing eventually I'd have to let go
Realizing the secrets I hold so tight the world will never know
I used to live a life of sin
But I knew the day would come when I'd give in
I'm losing touch with my sanity
What the hell is wrong with me
I feel the life from my fingers slipping away
My room grows darker day by day
The once noticable heart begins to fade
From being so cold I begin to hate
The earth below me begins to fold
I bid a farewell to a world grown so cold
For this is my final good bye
With a faint smile I fall and die....
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