Monday, June 28, 2010

Jealousy of a Dead Lover
hear the song the dead sing
it is silent but strong
the fury, sadness and anger
so much like a jealous lover
and that friend of yours
he will cut his throat


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Saturday, June 26, 2010

Alone
is the name of the child who was never born
the name of the kid without a father
the kid without a brother, sister or lover
the person with the heart that doesn't beat
unnatural conception, complete deception.
a soul that doesn't flow, a fire that doesn't burn.
a king who is all alone, without support.
a nation without nationals.
alone is the world, the life and soul.
the spirit, life and freedom is alone.
choice, death and judgment are all alone.
a breeze that doesn't cut, doesn't hold,
a breeze that kisses your lips with weak numbness.
a dead delicate flower.
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Friday, June 25, 2010

yay
today is my birthday =)
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I hold your hand
it's cold,
just waiting for you
to go.
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Saturday, June 19, 2010

Spade=Marilyn Manson
You drained my heart
And made a spade
But there's still traces of me
in your veins
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Shards
Stab against the red walls,
the pressure is low.
Nothing will stop;
this blood flow.
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Thursday, June 10, 2010

Ceiling
In the dark,
I used to sing.
To the shadows
at my feet.
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Thursday, May 13, 2010

The Staircase
On the May of cold;
the air heralds rain.
From the rain rose a man.
Born from the water,
arose in the mist of July.

The sun shone through.
The leafs green covered in white.
Engulfed in the white light.

As the elements burned the outlines,
the cloud called dream did cry.
Fell upon a winding staircase that grew down.

Here, the truth laid under the carpet of black.
Blackness engulfed the truth, wonder why it lay.

Why must the truth sleep in the dark?
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Resonance

Like a bell, vibrant.
My heart hits against my cage.
It wants to get out, to die.
Lies, set my insides to fire.
Ash is painful under the skin.
I fall into my insides, sadly.
I've always hoped to know, the truth.
So run from me, I won't follow you.
Why do roses have thorns?
"Because they're tired of bitches like you cutting them."
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Saturday, April 10, 2010

Dubstep here I go!
Uriley by ehskeh
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