

ProgressionI'm ironclad like bullet shells Hugging sidewalks and asphalt Echoing the progression of a backwards stepping societyProgression
Absolutely embedded in filth without faith For a planet congested with souls marching forwards Amidst funeral songs and the smell of dirty politics
I'm rusting and changing with time slipping by Through the fingers of clenched fists Pounding heads against grindstones till noses chip off
I'm weathering down till I'm dust in the wind Breezing through cracks in run down buildings Still teeming with underfed tenants and well fed rats  


Ankou Pt. OneIt was a decidedly odd sensation.Ankou Pt. One
Like the hazy whisper of a warm breeze over clothed skin. Not really comfortable, but not necessarily noticeable either. A ghost of semi-real sensation; a weird feeling that was ephemeral at best.
Waking up, Sara decided, had never been quite so curious.
Eyes still half-glazed with sleep took in a world alight with fiery reds and oranges, blending and twisting together in a breath taking display. Edging to one side, twilight took hold, lapping up against the mesh of swimming colors.
Sunset? But when did I fall asleep?
With what


Questions Over CoffeeIs it odd for me to go just to see your face?Questions Over Coffee
Do you think it strange of me to hope to spot you in this place?
Is it really strange for me to wish I catch your eye?
Or is it all just day-to-day for you as you go by?
Why do I want to stumble into you just to get a smile?
Why do you enchant me so and drag my mind a mile?


Bullet HolesThree shots I count Pass through this corpse This bloodied mangled roseBullet Holes
First exit wound passed through my gut Made me sick and pale A decision made against myself That's the caliber you picked
That second shell that passed through me Careened straight through my skull The choice was made but then delayed To fester in my brain
So I sat there in a bleeding heap A shocked shell of broken bits For one last shot to end it all Before it could begin
And in that little wait I though With my broken little brain Maybe this


Lies of the truthCan we search for the truth Can we find the real answer Or are we cought in this lie Of the world given raptureLies of the truth
Are we pawns in a game Or are we free on our own The answer is both But only one side has shown
Society has blinded All but the meek And society has lied About the riches we seek
The happiness shown On TV and in games Is a false given feeling Which has taken our names
Now that you have been taken Can you ever turn back? Can you gather this courage That all men still lack?
The answ


Nightmares inside my closetI want you to want me. I've heart that you do, But is it true? Am I really dreaming A lovely nightmare starring you?Nightmares inside my closet
I need someone to help me I'm falling into my mind Maybe you could be my lifeline If you'd be so kind.
I like the way you smile And the fire on your fingertips is nice. I love your sweet and warm nature Compared to his actions; cold, hard ice.
If we could just forget about everyone else If just for a little while. We could leave them in our dust Separated by mile after mile.
I would love to love you,
Devious Comments
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, you'll be a mile from them, and you'll have their shoes. -Jack Handy
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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What comes around..goes around...
What goes up..must come down..
K-A-R-M-A.
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Why sleep?
I can sleep as much as I want to when I'm dead
in my comfy coffin.
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
You're welcome ^^
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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"...for what I had heard was true:
That a poet only writes about the things he cannot do."
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"...for what I had heard was true:
That a poet only writes about the things he cannot do."
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When you want it, it goes away too fast.
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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"...for what I had heard was true:
That a poet only writes about the things he cannot do."
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ah hee hee! :3
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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"...for what I had heard was true:
That a poet only writes about the things he cannot do."
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
Thanks for the art ^^
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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The way I see it, you have three choices. You can sink, you can swim, or you can develop a set of gills. Personally, I'd be most impressed by that last one.
I'm going to kill you so hard you will die to death.
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ah hee hee! :3
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Metal is what we love.
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