Growing UpAs the imagination crumbles, you look back at the times you've stumbled, the times you could've act nicer; where you could've been more humble, but like every other mistake; it's left in an untouchable jungle. an incredibly painful rumble, that never leaves your mind; and brings hurt in huge bundles.Growing Up
When childhood passes and you're pushed into the world, your mentality enters a realm of painful swirls, whether a utopia or hell; you're left to deal with all the twirls, no looking back; no running around; no curls, a brilliant diamond or a blackened pearl, be wise with yo
The Tale of a ShadowDark wings carry Hybrid body through the sky, Long black hair covers his crimson eyes. Hidden under his hood and cloak, Daggers that can be easily provoked. Heavily built yet swift as a cat, Deadly weapon across his back. Fists harder and stronger than steal, Never hesitating for the kill. Flame and shadows is where he gets his power, Elements that he easily devour. His mind corrupt; driven insane, But strong enough to play with your brain. Seeing nothing but shame and horrors, Looking down at miserable cowards. Paranoia slowly taking its path, As it retThe Tale of a Shadow
Paths of DeathCross the meadow of the resting souls, were crucifixes are meant to keep control. The roaming dead filter through the night, sorrow and endless pain dwelling in fright. Blood pours out the mangled bodies, crimson red represents the spoiled seeds. Unearthly screeches pierce through the crying sky, spearing horror into he who fears to die. Howls calling forth the inescapable death, aimed at he who runs from their final rest. The frightened will reach the eternal slumber, for the dead feed off the fear of he who wonders. Cross the meadow of the resting souls, leaving bPaths of Death
Plead For HelpTake everything away, leave behind the memories of the past, clear a path and lead me straight, ignore the ignorant gash...Plead For Help
Confiscate my tortured thoughts, embrace my aching body, heal the scars of my cuts, the self inflicted slashes; don't let them bleed.
Waiting for my angelic light, to illuminate my darkened soul, fix it all and make it right, of my future you have control.
Hands will determine my end, two sets will deal with my insides, for you to care and tend, or for the blade to be the guide.
Parents...heh..
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We Can Be Slaves Or We Can Be .... Lycans
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I love music as much as I love my life,and the same thing to art
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Some men arn't looking for anything logical like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with some men just want to watch the world burn
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"'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, drivin' fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat"
-Nickelback
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slowdance with revenge playing the song,
"eat my heart
and
grill my brain
forge my writing
or
watch the rain
I love you!
- Fav
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