

Ode to PainI scream out to you "How can you stand there And watch me die?" But you just lay still Motionless, not caringOde to Pain
But you don't understand This is to you, dear Pain Caused by
The delicate blade The dear lighter The pills of poison
The sweet, slow, Senuous slice The deep red trickle
Flowing down And down
The disappearing of
My flesh Replaced by blisters And tears That dear warming Sensation
The little blue capsules
Sliding down my throat Filling me with happiness Filli


Burn"Why'd you do it?" "Because I'm not happy" "But why?" "I don't know"Burn
I feel so alone Can anyone hear me I'm screaming to get out But it just sounds like
Whispers
I'm trapped in a cage Doesn't anyone notice I'm dying to be free But for some reason I keep on Living
I want to be happy Why won't that happen I don't know I'm just sick of being Alive


UnwrittenI want to be happy I'm sick of being alone I'd cry myself to sleep But now I can't even cryUnwritten
I want to trust her Tell her secrets And not worry that they'll
Be known by all
I hate her I hate it when she
Betrays me I want to trust her
I want to trust her But know I can't


Shadow PuppetsWishing to die. I do as you do. This way, I will never offend.Shadow Puppets
What meaning can you capture With your eyes shut tight? My struggle illuminates your eyelids And I try to express myself
With shadow puppets, Soft images
Against your hardening face.
In the end, It all means nothing. I believe That you believe That you deserve to be happy. And my sadness And silly little games Are no cause for your misery.
The strings in the air we breathe Become taut and tight. This box now affords me Less moti
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Punknera is no more! I am now *ATrue.
love you x
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a buh?
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I'M STILL STANDING I'M STILL STRONG
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Love,
AR.
"Genius is born--not paid."
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just do it
unfortunately that pic is gonna be moved to scarps-it has a lot of mistakes...
but i realy apreciate the gesture
I have been reading through some of your work and I think its absolutely fab!
Some really great stuff there!
Keep it up!
x
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Whatever Happened To Sex, Drugs & Rock 'n' Roll?
Now We Just Have AIDS, Crack & Techno. [X]
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Begin, murderer. Pox, leave thy damnable faces and begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.
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Begin, murderer. Pox, leave thy damnable faces and begin. Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge.
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so.
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