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Silence fills the grave of mind,

bringing peace to ecoed yells,

they stand still eyes are fixed,

world is swimming,

their hearts reborn and so to their love,

the world they knew is now dead,

Resurected from the past,

a life of grace and peace at last.

Nashing teeth and spitting blood howling rage against the sun,

I feel so much and yet so little,

its unfair and yet sp just,

no time at all to be depressed,

my heart is ripping tearing shreds breaking open, until im dead.

What of all things has become of me, the old is dead and the new unsure, this the things of uncertainty,

I didint know id change this much, I couldint know id loose this hope, what has become of me, Fallen to my knees unable to see, what has become of me, when you cannot see through your own eyes, deception rules mind, what has become, of what once was.

To understand the reason why,

i act the way i do,

look into my personal entry,

man this *$&% is weird.

What am i suppose to do,

the world is blurry and life wont stand still,

one day im happy the next full of hate,

what am i suppose to do,

people skate and laugh and dance,

they hang out with their best friends,

what am i suppose to do,

my skin it crawls and rips and teres,

i dont cause it,

its just there,

what am i suppose to do,

my mind is a maze and emotions the same,

wondering around unable to find my happyness,

what am i suppose to do.

You think its greatest gift,

when i see it as a curse,

you think it true,

when i see it false,

you embrace your lover in deep kiss,

when i slit the skin on my wrist,

you feel so happy and live your life,

when i stand in the rain and i cry,

you feel so happy and nothing goes wrong,

when i sit on the floor and nothing goes right,

you love them so much it brings you joy,

when i sacrafice myself to bring it to others,

you love the warmth they bring you at night,

when i shiver alone barly able to fight,

you love them the day you marry each other,

when i scratch my eyes out and nobody knows,

you lay with them they day of your death,

when i search for someone to help me out,

you laugh and smile when you both pass on,

when i sit on the ground the forest my grave.

I hate so much,

the days are long the nights are short,

I rip at flesh,

I scar the bone,

I want to kill and take away,

Leave this world everyday,

My rage is fire,

hot and destructive,

the Mark I bare reminds me to hate myself,

to destroy my body,

to let go my mind,

a mirrior show the mark,

the mark of mine,

i look at it and remmeber to hate,

the person that is me,

mark is simple not so deep,

the mark is me.

what feels like a lifetime in shadow and hell,

is now to be turned to soft light and soft wind,

the twilight before my dawn on the world,

what great writers are never forgotten are now to know the true meaning of immortality as the world now sees its first peak at what is a writer of legend, a writer that is me.

The inspiration that is so many things in my life, is to take a break, a new topic is to be broken into from this point on, thank you and enjoy.

When your heart is torn and the world seems drowned in a sea of never ending misery,

the heart is broken the love is unwavering and yet you cannot have them,

will time play a game with your mind will your heart give in and eventually die,

does life call for a break,

i myself am walking away,

from the place that causes me stress,

to stay near a friend who brings me bliss,

i may be in love and hold her dear,

but that doesint mean i can be her friend,

she has with her the man of her dreams,

a man of great worth,

for me to interfear would be unkind, unjust, and just plain rude,

new york here i come, be ready to be amazed.

spegetti my friend,

were have you gone,

please forgive me for all my wrongs,

the world so cruel and the cheese so sweet,

i didint mean you drop you on my feet,

please dont be mad that my dog cleaned you up,

dont look at me like i did something wrong,

for spegetti i love you man,

now is there anymore of you in the pan?

I wonder if shes crying and if her hearts alright,

If the one shes with is holding her tight,

id give so much if only she would smile,

for the rest of her life and not just a wile,

id take her pain endure the stress breathing in shallow breath,

i wish only for her happyness and to be in her life,

it hurts to know shes crying and unable to hold her tight,

id rock her softly in my arms and sing a song to her,

id be the fortress that garentees shes safe,

the words would flow from my lips never to be heard again,

and yet i do not have her,

she is to be married,

so why show someone love when they cannot be yours,

because love doesint end with goodbye or start with hello,

standing there in her dress all in white,

flowers above her family arrives,

ill chat and laugh and speak with them,

when the words are spoken,

the words I do,

i will not cry,

i will not move,

to see her happy,

that is my dream,

after thats done im not sure whats next,

but forever ill be there for her,

without regret,

if a day should come that i can be with her,

ill hold her my arms,

and never let go of her.

He doesint know if he has lost or if the battles won,

he doesint know the outcome of the actions he has done,

the war he fought to have her,

not knowing if he won,

the war could be a lost cause,

or the war could be won,

he doesint know if things will change if his heart will turn to stone,

he doesint know what to do just sitting all alone,

the world cruel to him,

and yet he understands,

things happen for a reason,

not all of them are bad,

he fought and fought to have her,

and still he fights on,

to him it doesint matter,

if the war is lost,

heill fight till the triggers pulled,

and the enemy ends it all,

he'ill fight until the day he dies,

even when shes gone,

true love is a preceous thing,

something not to be lost,

things have gone as they do,

and he sits right here today,

typing out this poem,

counting seconds in a day,

maybe the worlds against him,

maybe happyness forgot him,

he hasint forgotten the woman that he wants to hold,

they may forget hes human,

may thinks hes dead and cold,

but the man that stands before you,

will never give in to woe,

still he fights, and maybe he will loose,

you cant be sure what will happen,

until all is done and through,

so sleep tight he thinks to himself,

wile his dreams are plagued with fear,

sometimes he dreams of laying on a beach,

with only her near,

sometimes he dreams of lashing pain,

that rips across the flesh,

but heill always fight for her,

that is, his sweet Vo'el.