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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Withdrawn form the world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
UntitledA bloody mess in the room
Oops I'm sorry
I killed the groom
Sobs and cries everywhere
I smile happily
And loves the despair
Somber faces on the field
Smirk upon my victory
Broken hearts won't be healed
Stroke the frills of her dress
The white now turned crimson with my work
One more life made less...
The place where they were to be married
The caskets were laid
Soon to be buried...
GoneI walk down the steps
I see all the marks I know that there gone
I know I cannot help
I sit on the floor looking round I see where they lay
I see all around and I watch all the blood dripping down.
The Great ThiefMy empty gaze
and bony smile
these features of mine
will leave you as pale
as my accursed face
Shrouded am I
in black robes
and dark intent
and like a thief in the night
I come to steal you away
Tears may fall at my theft
but I could care less
After all I've been doing this
Since the beginning
And I don't see an end to my thievery
Many have tried
but all have failed
to escape my grasp
Little do you know
that my reach knows no bounds
No matter how far you run
No matter where you hide
I will find you
and I will steal you away
to my realm of Peace and Darkness
To fight me
is to fight Fate
But please do continue
To fight me,
'cause it's no fun if you just let me take you.
You can hear the sky ringing, ringing with the sounds of war
The ground has turned to ash, cinders left behind by these fucking monkeys
Monkeys and their petty quarrels
You can feel, you hear the sound of burning
A world destroyed by a race who was left behind to care for it
Humans and their ridiculous fighting, the never ending fighting
The ghosts take you into the space betwixt spaces, and you can see all
You begin to live vicariously, watching through the eyes of another
And when one pair of eyes goes dark, you find another
And like this, you witness the fall of empires
The destruction of nations
The end of all
You watch as society collapses and rots
You watch as worms devour all
And the snakes start to sing
CasketSkin that splinters by day and burns by night,
Shaking in the corner where wailing voices echo,
Itching the skin until blood spills,
Will it ever ease the tension?
Skin that trembles by day and shudders by night,
Vomiting in the corner where crows shrieking echoes,
Coughing until blood reaches the throat,
Will it ever ease the agony?
Bloodlust.This world is merciless,
Cruel, unforgiving, and worthless.
But at the same time the world is amazing,
Wonderful, forgiving, and breath taking.
The cruel is what I see almost all the time,
The breath taking side is so rare its almost a crime,
People bully and hurt others for fun,
When you're in the corner and covered in their tall shadows its hard to see the sun.
What doesn't make sense is the innocents are always afraid of these people,
What makes even less sense is they believe the things that turn out to be so evil,
I hope the people who call them names and push them down know that they might be alone,
I hope they know that those mean bullies make them feel like they have no one to turn too, that they're on their own,
I think that the people who get hurt don't stand up for themselves because they're afraid,
Its weird how someone can be afraid of a peer yet not be afraid of a blade,
Sometimes I wonder why other people bully the innocents why the make them go through so much pain,
Eyes of the NightEyes of the Night
Common people mutter that the night has eyes
They never know whose eyes those are
Or what they see
The dimensions of vision may differ from theirs
But nobody knows what that might be
Creatures of the night always look at our world differently
We who are living see from the light
The creatures of darkness see from the darkness of the night
Pupils glow like the eyes of the cat
They dart to and fro as though watching us pass
Then they hide with the first signs of morning light
To await the falling of another night
Colours of DepressionWhite as blinded,
Red like hellfire,
Crimson like blood,
Orange like fire,
Grey as clouded,
Yellow as faded...
Green like conspire,
Blue as flooded,
Purple as haunted,
Black has shrouded...
Whispers in the DarknessWhispers in the Dark*
This night has stirred
It is not as quiet as I thought
In the distance ahead
There came a voice
A whisper in the darkness
It said, "The Old Ones were.
The Old Ones are.
The Old Ones shall be."
Whose voice it is I know not
Nor do I care to know.
Some things are best
When left unknown.
*The Whisperer in the Darkness, Nyarlathotep, by H P Lovecraft
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....
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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