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Voices06:45 Jan 09 2005
Times Read: 735
Bang your head against the wall,
throw your body to the floor,
Your hear these voices, don't you listen,
Kill youself before they glisten.
You can never be the same,
You're always different don't be so lame.
Close your mind and shut the door,
Before you want to hear some more.
Get a knife and make it sharp,
Plunge the knife into your heart.
Don't worry now the voices go,
Be sure to kill them they lay low.
You are dead but not forgotten.
You here the voices and again you cry,
They told you not to say goodbye.
Stupid you are and bright you aren't,
You listened to me and not your heart.
Burning of my heart06:40 Jan 09 2005
Times Read: 737
I fall into the chasm before me.
Deeper, into the spiral of blue.
Caressed by the warmth that flows around me.
Feeling, burning of my heart.
My skin quivers from a touch.
A voice resounding in my mind.
Feathery touch of souls.
Feeling, burning of my heart.
Ecstacy of passion.
Mesmerised by the sight I see.
Tears roll down my cheeks.
Feeling, Burning of my heart.
I withdraw from the blue storm around me.
My search will be no more.
Happiness I have now.
Feeling, burning of my heart.
Lost Love06:37 Jan 09 2005
Times Read: 738
Whom do I see
When I look down from the sky?
But alas, it is, of course, my love.
Doth he not see thy colorless face?
For I am still.
He weeps but he cannot think.
A dagger has pierced thy heart
But still tries to awaken thee.
Doth he not see what pain thou hast,
Watching from above, whilst thy love mourns?
Oh, woe is me, for thy heart doth not beat,
And thy breath doth not come.
But what is this? Shall I watch thy
Love become none?
Or shall I go and pray thee to stop whilst I think?
Medius Aquila ~ Midst Eagles10:56 Jan 06 2005
Times Read: 746
Vos venit in meus vita,
pulsatus meus manus manus quod doctus mihi volo iterum.
Intus caeli medius aquila ego no,
Meus pectus pectoris semper vobis,
Meus animus semper vestri.
obscurum ut quondam vomica meus somes,
Denique est depulso.
Pro iam vos es meus lux lucis.
Meus spera, meus somnium
You came into my life,
touched my hand and taught me to fly again.
Within the skies midst the eagles i fly,
My heart always with you,
My soul always yours.
The darkness that once plagued my body,
At last is pushed aside.
For now you are my light,
My hopes, my dreams.
HATE10:53 Jan 06 2005
Times Read: 747
The words of life ebb,
Pulsating through my mind into my conscious screams inside,
The whirlpool begins to succumb to my wishes.
My eyes flutter to every touch,
The soothing waters of feeling engulf my senses,
And my blood fills with anticipation.
The words and screams encircle,
My mind is now raging with all I know and see,
The unforgiving eyes peer at my solitude.
Forever alone I feel,
Yet the screams will not let me fall into my abyss,
I have come so far to find what I am looking for.
Another touch,
Racing, my veins force life into every part of my body,
Feeding my mind with vigorous fluid of life.
His eyes are torment,
Watching every motion of my solitude,
Whispering sweet death into the whirlpool of my mind.
The screams and words amalgamate,
They no longer exist individually as different entities inside,
They coexist together and have released me of my pain.
The blood runs,
And the pain releases from my body,
I expel a breathe and let him fall from my arms.
Now, as the blissfulness of need washes away into the sea of the forgotten past,
I realise that life has no meaning
And my plague on this world is an endless chorus of death
Alone07:43 Jan 06 2005
Times Read: 753
The light slips through my fingers,
The darkness of my mind becomes, before my closed eyes.
A thought has drowned in tears,
A once forgotten grace is torn in the wind of memory.
No strength left to endure,
Alone, and weak the crimson river flows.
The darkness, is refreshing.
Comforting the broken bones.
Lifeless, yet not completely emptying,
Screams begin to circle in the thickening air.
I begin to feel the earth escape my grasp,
The abyss begins my downfall.
Dying body of wasted dreams,
In my darkest abyss I fall,
Falling with lost graceful dignity,
I reach the place where I am sane no more.
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