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GoodbyeThis reality sucks the worst. Swallowing the depression deeper, Keeping in the horrible truth. What do I Say. This is possibly the greatest I have ever felt for you. And the feelings are thrown away. Vices and other things Give me other means. This is goodbyeGoodbye
by *Brigand-of-Morality
DreamingLovin’ every minute. Grasping every second.Dreaming
Wishing it would last, Knowing its already the past. Nothing but the moment, Buts is long gone. Hear her last words, Then the morning birds. It was in my head.
by *Brigand-of-Morality
DreamLovin’ every minute. Grasping every second.Dream
Wishing it would last, Knowing its already the past. Nothing but the moment, But it is long gone. Hear her last words, Then the morning birds. It was in my head.
by *Brigand-of-Morality
FusedTell me again how this all began Thrown down in the open For everyone to see- hopin’ That one day we will buckle, Take our hearts clean From our chests without a chuckle And fuse them together without a seem. One and only one. What a dream.Fused
by *Brigand-of-Morality
False hopeThis boy. Clean shaven and pressed, Doesn’t need a new toy, Just a new way to clear the stress.False hope
Sucked in by her loving ways, He does nothing but hope, That “I love you” is all she says. But tomorrow doesn’t even give you a rope.
What was said doesn’t matter, This world doesn’t care, She changed her mind- even galdder’ That he was over there.
by *Brigand-of-Morality
SickThere never was bloodshed That wasn’t worth it When it comes to my life. Slitting the pain straight From my breath, Exhaling it right from my chest. Tell me to slow down, Because I’m stuck in overdrive With only one footSick
Left from the war. Nothing but sorrow Flooding this infirmary. This sickness doesn’t spread, It's stuck in my soul.
by *Brigand-of-Morality
RegretTear off all of your limbs. With only one arm left, You aren’t trying goddamn hard enough. Tell your mother, You’re a fucking failure. Bring your hand off your face, And see my regret.Regret
I should of taken you, Taken you out years ago. Leaving you sat there, Bleeding alive in your own posture. I didn’t think of anything else, But for me to go.
by *Brigand-of-Morality
Incomplete 3Take back those words. Something this serious needs careful consideration. Reach back down into that heart of yours, And see if those feelings are really there. Your eyes don't say it. Your actions prove it. This does nothing more than make me feel more empty.Incomplete 3
by *Brigand-of-Morality
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- Current Residence: Idaho
- Interests: Music
- Favourite movie: Anything GOOD
- Favourite band or musician: System of a Down
- Favourite genre of music: Everything
- Favourite style of art: Depressing
- Operating System: Vista
- MP3 player of choice: iPOD
- Skin of choice: My own
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Master Shake
- Personal Quote: "Fuck my life"
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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