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In my attic

In my mind

In my head

Today is my night... tommorrow

Your Basement is my bedrooms study

Your fire is my ice on my heads eyes...

Love is so much force of dark hate

Your freindship eats away at my enemies

Stars in my eyes and makes me breath while drowning

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You saw the world the way you wanted to,

denounced reality, defiled everyone around you,

ignorant, filled with ignorance, it's you,

no strength in you but the will to take it away from others,

or no love in you but the mask to steal other's strength,

and you walk the world cursing it, when you are the curse,

you are the embodiment of all that you hate,

and everything poisoning you,

the truths that create monsters which you attempt to

invest in me.

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You saw the world the way you wanted to,

denounced reality, defiled everyone around you,

ignorant, filled with ignorance, it's you,

no strength in you but the will to take it away from others,

or no love in you but the mask to steal other's strength,

and you walk the world cursing it, when you are the curse,

you are the embodiment of all that you hate,

and everything poisoning you,

the truths that create monsters which you attempt to

invest in me.

i like this one, me print...but i wont share it dont worry

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I cried myself to sleep to night

With tears of blood from my helloed soul

Wondering why this happened again

Reliving the torment of days gone by

That has been chained beneath the surface

To give the appearance that nothings wrong

Nice

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Slave we are to this life

But we don’t wont this

Life is a sham if nothing else

We’re told to do this or that

So we slaves do that without a thought

These are the downs that life creates

But some of us want to brake this cycle

So they free them self’s from this chain

Killing their old life’s to begin anew

And yet nothing ever changes

Shattering their dreams

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i like this one, me print...but i wont share it dont worry

Fine with me if you share it yo.

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Anyone who can die without laughing,

hasn't lived long enough yet,

felt the delusion of time splintering

outwards and into their head,

the point at which in-existence,

the face of death one faces

becomes the clear forceful sorrow

in which madness harvests itself

and thrives in it's final creation,

a gift to the world, to the certain,

infinite ties of fallacies and reproach.

Nothingness graced from the hand,

empty from a life of reaching out

and grasping that all will disappear.

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This started as a post in "how you feel"...it became "terrible goth poetry"...then I repeated it...so NOW it is a song.(oops.) =(musical directions)=

I AM SICK

&

TIRED

OF

BEING SICK

OF

BEING TIRED

'cause

sometimes

my

mynde fly

s

AWAY

AWAY

AWAY

AWAY

A-

WAY

=(short refrain)=

manic because I'm depressed

&

depressed because I'm manic

&

manic because I'm depressed

&

depressed because I'm manic

&

SICK OF IT ALL

&

manic because I'm depressed

&

depressed because I'm manic

&

manic because I'm depressed

&

depressed because I'm manic

&

TIRED OF BEING SICK

A..N..D

I AM SICK

&

TIRED

OF

BEING SICK

OF

BEING TIRED

'cause

sometimes

my

mynde fly

s

AWAY

AWAY

AWAY

AWAY

A-

WAY

=(short refrain)=

manic because I'm depressed

&

depressed because I'm manic

&

manic because I'm depressed

&

depressed because I'm manic

&

SICK OF IT ALL

&

manic because I'm depressed

&

depressed because I'm manic

&

manic because I'm depressed

&

depressed because I'm manic

&

TIRED OF BEING SICK

AND

=(sudden stop)=

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a silly little thought

it crawls across my brain

leaving a trail in its wake

of broken dolls and tinkertoys

a mischevious little thought

it darts between the shadows

it smiles and cries

and leaves behind fires

a corrupting little thought

it sings a siren song

that smells of cotton candy

and tastes of ash and pain

it sits in the corner

here, in my brain.

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poem from my cat.

I am but a shadow of what I used to be...

for you've taken me balls and claws away from me

to be like the stray

be gone for a day

This is whats in store if I get out

But I can't so I sit and pout

Its no wonder I am gay

You put me in dresses, expect me to stay?

I am so bored

and when I puke up a hairball well, your floored

I need a life

If only I had thumbs so I could pick up a knife

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Broken Hope and Empty Bullet

Blood on the floor

the heart beats no more

Blood in the veins

look how it stains

Blood in the skies

filling their eyes

Blood in the hair

ruining the air

Blood in the sheets

filling the streets

Blood in the pages

building their cages

Blood in the hope

cracked out on dope

lol. I find that to be terribly terrible.

<3

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