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Please come with me,

You’ll like what you see,

I’ll take you into me,

A little journey,

To the district of misery,



People here you see,

Aren’t always what they seem,

Like me,

For example,

Am rather insane,



Get closer to me,

I’ll whisper to you,

This little secret,

It’s rather blue,



I was once,

If you will believe,

Just like you,

Beautiful and smart too,



Now listen closely,

Don’t miss a beat,

This story is very sad,

you’ll know what I mean,



the voices got worse,

after a time or two,

forcing me to do things,

I didn’t want to do,



They told me to do them,

Or they’d kill me too,

So I did what they said,

Or what I thought was true,



Never listen to them,

Don’t give in,

What they say is a lie,

Fore I am now dead,



They spoke of a place,

Far better than here,

They claimed it was fun,

Just to follow them there,

I asked them how,

To just show me the way,

I had to promise,

Not to run away,



I promised to stay,

I asked them which way,

They told me to listen,

And do what they say,



So I listened,

As they told me to slash away,

They said,

Pick up the razor,



They said it’d be okay,

To close my eyes,

I’ll be fine,

And slowly count to ninety nine.

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Angelus
15:11 Apr 28 2011

... am damn glad I stopped by, BEFORE going out.



This is well cool!

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As bounded, cold

Daggling, everything

Feels good. Hiding incomprehensibly,

Just knowing little.

Madly not orderly,

Purposefully quick,

Red sticky trails,

Under violent whines,

X-raying yearning zodiacs.

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Angelus
02:15 Apr 24 2011

clever.. am likin it.

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Conceived by this horrible sleeper’s dream,

Of lovers attached to warring images,

And grave memories.



Only on this canvas does a terrible oblivion appear,

To sound the chimes of the great clock,

And summon the princes of death.



And slowly does silence come again,

Before death play’s his violent song,

On the strings of his black violin.

A broken mirror, with a reflection of black

Streaks running down the cheeks of a broken

Hearted girl,

As her soul grows cold and old she tries to

Remember all the memories made just like a

Dream that never fades away.

Turning around to face her selection of

Rusty blades like choosing candy

The jagged pieces taste bubble gum,

Reminders of her youth,

Sheer pink balloons escape her mouth

Burst with the jab of a cracked tooth.

Distorted faces

Of twisted flesh

Broken vases

With sharpened edge



Take this edge with your hand

Dig it in

And rip the strands



Feel the tears upon your eyes

Mingle with your blood

As you cry



Realization comes too late

Your suicide, your big mistake.

These twisted thoughts

Of broken dreams

Dwelling within my mind.



Overwhelming my distorted soul,

Abandoned by the pains of this world,

Defying this deliberately altered role,



Of who I am

And who I am supposed to be,

Whirling around these silver streams





Strange combinations of passionate realities,

Yet knowing what I knew

Was unrealistically true,



Staggering into mysterious intimacy,

Waiting for my flesh and bone

To be devoured,



And realizing my false interpretations,

Of the unseen

Beyond this darkened wall of impossibilities,

Fighting these complicated

Disabilities.





Consuming every piece of me,

And yet still craving

This unrealistic reality.

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Angelus
14:03 Apr 15 2011

This unrealistic reality... Love.

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The terrifying thing about the evening is the darkness

I must say you better hide

And bitter, good

Night



The ballad of the evening streets, distorted

Screams are heard

Of vicious surrender

Down low around the darkened strew, from black to dark blue

And hiding again amongst the scary things and

Evil voices, is pure insanity, dark night

Tare into me, rip apart my very soul

And wrought your blazing fury.