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Toys and deathWeak escapes to a dormant void Screams trapped in a black box The number of dead verses you've caught Equal the blades stuck in your neck Silence your ended moans Impossibility of placement Incorrect reasons of livingToys and death
A clearly insane brain gasps for more leaves Trees with brown decay on their frowned faces Falling down to an un swung fate Death for the cells who breathe our breath Photosynthesis dies with plucks of foul hands Or winds of stench and clouds
Roots the cut black earth to search the nothing Passing corpses and bones, not t
by ~ZeroNeoPowered
Revelation brings closureClose your broken eyes, For the textures to be. They will come slowly, And be blessed with sighs.Revelation brings closure
Let the dark swallow you, And cover yourself in the past. Remorse and memories eternally last, But they do not control you.
Retaliate the sane mind, The confusion will never end. Do not snap, but bend, Or you will forever be blind.
Weep and tear for all, All the old lies. But release your ties, And grow.
By L.D. Holvoet June 2006
by ~ZeroNeoPowered
None yet.When you look upNone yet.
In a sky bright
You see the scarlet calling for you
The rosey smell of a flower bed
And earthy sent of the moutains
Sun has set
The night has come
Lights fill the sky so bright
And from the bushes
You can hear the cricket
Playing its song
In these times
I think of you
And look for a way to see,
anything that could bring you to me.
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Horribly cliché but meh.
by ~ZeroNeoPowered
Cursed MidasCursed Midas -------------------------- Everything I touchCursed Midas
But the plastered wood
below me
Is turned to dust
And black burns
That mark that floor
And then I see you
On the outher side of the room
I look at you
And start to walk
Steb by step I lose some breath
Im so close to you now
I can smell your sent
Then I do what I shouldn't have
I touch you
And you crumble
To little ash flakes
Why must I own this cursed hand of Midas.
by ~ZeroNeoPowered
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Call a friend, Call Janchux!!!
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Cptn. JS: [empties bottle of rum] Why is the rum always gone?
Cptn. JS: [stands up and staggers drunkenly] Oh... that's why.
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Call a friend, Call Janchux!!!
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Cptn. JS: [empties bottle of rum] Why is the rum always gone?
Cptn. JS: [stands up and staggers drunkenly] Oh... that's why.
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*coughcoughI'm 4'10"coughcough*
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"I've been living in your tears"
"I'm not going to beg you to love me... instead I'll just force you"
"Don't break my heart into pieces... break it into shards"
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