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Saturday, November 07, 2009, 2:21 AM

introductive catchy A with only one syllable.

As I decay, demons prey above me like a vulture
Ability to endure contradiciton is a high sign of culture
Verbal sculptures, self defacing
It is not God or lunacy that I am facing
But the erasing of the purity and passion of my words
The herds of cattle babble on with talk of the absurd
But I preferred; To walk away from all the feuds
To find my life is more confusing than a rubic's cube
So i'm subdued; In all my words of verbal prods
To live alone one must be an animal or a God
But it's official; All of my pain is clear as crystal
The natural side of life has now been seeming artificial
But I can hit you
And rest assured that i could last
I could give a fuck about ya secrets and ya past
I can pass words with the ability to hurt you
This pain is unbearable but patience is a virtue

Labels: when i die fuck it i wana go to hell.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009, 3:17 PM

I who have nothing but the pain that I refer to

If only the things we see are of inner beauty first, then outer next, quote my brother Fate.

Intersections in real time. The unbroken circle in dimensions of the mind
The tie that binds the eternal time that defines the vanity of my insanity in due time, will shine.

Like the night seas under the moon. The haunted corners of familiar rooms.

Yet i'm consumed, we're vanishing into thin air.

The realization that this shit is my dignity to bare.

So where did I think I could run away to see, the people that decided to leave without asking me.

But we decide to wait for happier tomorrows, and find someone so they can be distractions from our sorrows.

For my distractions the books of paper that i scrawl in.

I'm eloquent in summer breeze and leaves that has just fallen.

I crawl in a corner hoping all of this will end.

With the knowledge that love is just another word for revenge

I who have nothing but the lack of variation.

I who have nothing but chains and suffocation.

I who have nothing but the comfort of my sins.
And I who have nothing but the comfort of my friends.

Labels: when i was nothing, you made a brother feel like he was something.

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