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Without You

so...i've been kicked out of my house since the last time i posted...i'm staying at my cousin's for a bit, then moving to her mom's (yes, i'm paying rent) just thought i'd add all that useless information to this random thing...

So we'll strive to die
An unassissted suicide
Will we have visions?
Will we speak lies?

Glory to the dead of fire
And when we quest
We'll drink of power
And when we cry
We'll burn the ground
Glory to the dead of sound

Gift of Rest

Now we lay us down to death
We pray all fear has from us fled
Oh, let us die before we wake
And stop our hearts before they break...

With Realization...

...But rage is a warm comfort
Tinted comforting red
And the dark eyed boy
Is not so easily put off
I offer my blood
But that is not enough
Faceless desire
Why can't we love?


multiple personality
n : a relatively rare dissociative disorder in which the usual integrity of the personality breaks down and two or more independent personalities emerge dictionary.com


I don't think I'm supposed to know about him
And certainly not anyone else.


Talk to me
Tell me it's a dream
Like my-
Broken wings?

Anarchy

Who died and left them in charge?

Hayz- You're wrong, I would kill you
Mabie- You have no idea how deep my rage goes

What do you expect from me
Helpless fury and despicable actions...

Straighten the line
They have no idea
You're all wrong
I WOULD KILL YOU

Heretic

why am i the damned?
rejection
the demons laugh with you
RED LINES
rejection
flip the switch
cut the laughter out
fuck this


it comes to one decision, better left unsaid

Hell

i keep having these visions of stabbing a knife in my arm...what's wrong with me when this is all i think of...what's wrong with me when the scars start to spread across my body. and there's no stopping it. no stopping anything anymore. why don't i just admit i have nothing left and let go? why don't i just let go...into these visions.

True Dark

Stay your soul
Bitterly, we move together
With a call of fury
Bring down the fire
Stay your outrage
We move in legion
Speak no words
Death for your treason
Hide behind your doors
Shutter the windows and cry
With your pain we will gain
Another sable night
Cover your eyes
Cover your eyes!
Stay your soul
Legion of darkness and light
Stay your outrage
Embrace the quiet

Animal Sounds

maintain your pathetic excuses
beyond the light of the fire
a terror so deep it will infiltrate
even so far as the earth

take my hand and devour
stand ready to end it all
with a meager portion of terror
we will destroy them all

contain your simple positions
a word of truth on your lips
i cannot remember to walk with you
if you turn from me now

take my hand and devour
stand ready to end it all
with a meager porion of terror
we will destroy them all

subtle ways to rip us assunder
i demand your attention now
take this my failure and run with me
with hands outstretched to kill

take my hand and devour
stand ready to end it all
with a meager portion of terror
we will destroy them all

Why Did I Bother?

so i went to my school's prom. (i was coereced. a senior friend said she'd cry if i didn't go and that it was her last year here and she really wanted me there, and i can't stand it when people cry...) i've determined that all females that went are stained glass windows, pretty but pointless. as for me, i wasn't gothic in the subculture way, but in the era, yeah i got that down pretty good. all black and dark grey and scary looking...like i could eat your soul...mmm, like cotton candy...

Nothing so real as surreal
Maybe tinted by exhaustion
Maybe by the headache
Concussion bass
Should have been this way
Should have been butterflies
And eternal dancing
And eternal butterflies
Flowing gowns
And butterflies...

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Kill us all, kill us hard
Make them learn
Make them burn
DESTROY US ALL
THEY WILL FALL

Beholden

Rip my veins
And trembling I will fall
You hold the blade to my wrist
Seal my fate with a heartfelt
Kiss.
One final death to die
And trembling I will go
You hold the blade to my mind
Seal my fate with a heartfelt
Lie.
Spill my blood
And tremnling I will stop
You hold the blade to my silence
Seal my fate with a heartfelt
Violence.
Rip my veins
And trembling I will fall
You hold the blade to my wrist
Seal my fate with a heartfelt
Kiss.

Stand Down

as over the edge we stand
as over the lies we craft
with a hand of violence and murder
take me now in this hour
take me back to the before
candle flames and wind in the air
promises, all empty promises
like the shattered mirror of my dreams
or are they mine at all
i lived in the other world and over the edge
we stand looking down
we stand with the wings torn from our backs
who are you to condemn the damned?
we are, we are
as over the edge we stand
falling past your steady gaze
i held in my heart your last breath

Un-haven

Maybe we've got a place.
With the element of desire
There is nothing barred,
Nothing whole.
(To help the path end)
Maybe with this rejection,
Determined resignation,
Maybe with a small smile
Can we change what comes
Pass on the responsibility
Pass on with the secret:
Maybe we've got a place...


With realisation comes the responsibility of repression

Stand

strangleation and a million tiny voices with sharp swords in their back pockets. empty cartons of milk scattered in the hall with the rest of the white trash. fancy magpies, if only i had a shotgun. if only i had a sense of reality so i could destroy the sickness that lives in me and rise against the night, back to the way things were, even if death should follow. strafe, spin, twist, inhale the powder. i can write it but when i speak it's like the world ends. over and over and over and over and over...

riveting. a baby cries in the night. and i am alone to listen. what do you want from me? what do you want me to do? play the game and win, stupid. that's all.

Spite

don't you dare tell me who i am. what you see is what you want. beside the darkness, beside of you. open your eyes, fool. look into the sun. take me for who i am not, not for who i am. endless debate and countless memories. you always remember what makes you look good, not what is good. debate me about the truth. but they know. all of them. trust me, it'll be the last thing you do.

Again We Remember

*sigh*

once again we remember.

I'll leave a rose on your pillow
So you'll know i was here,
Complete with a drop of blood
To stain the white cotton fabric.
Soon, that one drop,
That never dies and never darkens,
Will soak through all the sheets and blankets,
Turning each white cloth to red,
The colour of love and rage.
I love you.

News

Why do the rains bring death?
So many homeless survivors drowning in despair
And misery.
Ah, we beg for syrings to ease out pain
The death toll rises and we see
That when we are alone
We have changed what we believed.
Trembling aftershocks, they took our hope
What have we left now on this day
Oh, mortal confusion, take it all away.

REPRESSED RAGE

Making A List...

name as many forms of abuse as you can. i just want to see something, so please, humour me.