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To conform is to give up. To give up is to conform. To deny your own identity is hide behind someone elses bullshit! And all you can do in your defence is to puke pathetic cliche's out... "Anything for a quiet life" (you say) as you fade far, far away into insignificance...
By Vampire Chris

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DiamondDragon
15:34 Sep 25 2009

aahhh, eyes that see

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I repress all of my feelings Shut away behind the bolted locked doors of my heart. My emotions must live without freedom. Prisoners of conscious they must stay, a life sentence is the only way. Until one dark night i am persuaded to take part in a drunken conversation that lasts 'till dawn. Then in a moment of madness one of my feelings is paroled, set free as easy as it was inprisoned. Which for a few fleeting seconds seems to make me happy but in the end can only bring me sadness. I wish i had never set it free but it's to late now, i'll never re-capture that secret of woe. Yet i vow that it shall never happen again, for i have seen to that. I have locked away the rest of my prisoners and thrown away the keys. Incarcerated in the cells of my heart and the deepest, darkest dungeons of my soul... Forever, for an eternity. Well at least until my own sentence of life is through.
By Vampire Chris 1987

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xcrimsonlustx
11:26 May 07 2008

*hugs*

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brileybeauford666
00:19 Aug 09 2009

I don't know how I feel about this one. But SD, I know how hard it is to let go of your feelings. I know how difficult it is to take that step. The anguish and torment that goes along with locking those demons away, can burn like fire, when you let just the slightest part of you slip away. You never how it will be preceived, and you pray that what you care about, will not run screaming from you in the night.

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brileybeauford666
00:31 Aug 09 2009

One more thing, who persuaded you into this drunken confession of feelings, and has it really left you so bitter and sad?

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In the Pub my Mates and i the Juke Box Loud and Whisky's high Lou is walking on the Wild side Marc Loves to Boogie on a saturday night Inspiration that is eventually heeded with everyone now slightly Pissed the Lads and Lasses all start to Flirt as innuendo's fly and spurt... By Vampire Chris

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brileybeauford666
00:23 Aug 09 2009

This one, is all you. I can see it now.....the dark, smokey room. A half filled glass of whiskey on the bar. That deviant smile on your face, as the last, hot little piece of ass sassshays out the door. You smile to yourself and think, "I would do her!". Yea, that's you alright.

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I can't get out, it's driving me mad. These thoughts in my mind are making me sad. I keep hearing voices that shout in my head... They won't stop shouting your better off dead. They don't want to know because they just don't care, if i die today or i die next year. I've packed all my things now i'm ready to go, start a new life get a place of my own. Thank fuck i left it that slum was bringing me down, but now that i'm down here i'm a stranger in town... Written by Vampire Chris in 1987

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brileybeauford666
00:27 Aug 09 2009

I like this one. To many people think they know exactly what they're doing, and where they're going. You don't have a problem with being displaced or out of sorts. It's human, and comforting to know that someone else has seen this edge.

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If my dreams are reality and my life just fantasy. Then i prey to sleep and never, ever wake again. Written by Vampire Chris

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brileybeauford666
00:29 Aug 09 2009

If you sleep, and never wake again, take me with you, please. I won't make a sound, not unless you ask me to.

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DarkxSidexOfxThexMoon
09:25 Mar 04 2011

To be, or not to be: that is the question

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep:

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep;

To sleep: perchance to dream, ay, there's the rub.

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