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DEVIL's POETRY::
02:28 Aug 09 2005
Times Read: 567

DEVIL's POETRY:: "Dream of children, sweet and fair, to you will come suave debonair, Fortune robed in shining dress, Bearing wealth and happiness"

::::MY DREAM::::
02:18 Aug 09 2005
Times Read: 568




I wake up to a bunch of strangers,nameless people, society..it stares. It puts you down, you're not important. Only you're benefit to society, slavery and capital. I look around. I didn't belong. They read you'r weakness, that you're mortal and weak. They prey. Even when they have you're trust, and heart. Like a pack of wolves, they rip you apart. You become bitter and damaged. Your heart is black and hollow. You're hate turns to dust. You become dead inside. You start to dig you'r own grave. Love is an enemy. Now you have learned. Your virgin heart has been thrown away like a bag of filth. You dont exist and matter anymore. Nothing matters except the hunger for hate. You gnaw at your own hands. You only think of the feeling of betrayal. You yearn to hurt a virgin heart because of you're greed. It is opened to you and you throw it away. You hate it when its happy and loves you, you take its life. An endless massacre to heartless souls, From dusk till dawn, you see the world pass by. Endless crowd of unhappy faces. happy, faces being worn down. death stares back at you. You've become youre own God. God of greed and impurity, you strike innocence..till thee End.

Dear "Addiction"
01:47 Aug 09 2005
Times Read: 569




You have "forever" been a part of my life. However, "forever" if that is your masquerade, I thought I had control of you since I’m older.Then I realised that maybe you were born first. Since "denial" is your middle name; and if I would have known that "destroyed" was one of your last names, I don't believe I would have messed with you, or would I have? Since sometimes your A.K.A. is "competition" and you always knew I liked a good challenge, and in most challenges, I did come in first place! So new "competition" was welcome, because I was sure to win! I must say, you compete well. My hardest "competitor", so now I know I must throw in the towel. Not to be the looser, But the winner! You see "Addiction", although you've stayed in the lead of the race, you were not paying attention when I declared war! And this is the fight I have to win! So come on with your "bad self" - the bets are my not getting high ever again. But will this really happen?

Lost in Hell
01:45 Aug 09 2005
Times Read: 570




All I know, is I need help. I can't say it to many more times. I am lost and I miss me. I love myself. I love the girl I know. The one that no longer can find my head. I fucked up. I can't do this any more. I need to get help and fast before I no longer see it for myself. I sold my soul to the devil and he will not let it go. If I would have only known.

Why is it I can't stand this drug, but yet I need it so bad to get out of bed? I don't get out I stay trapped in my house, as if I don't exist. It's time. My soul hurts. My life is broken into thousands of pieces.. Someone please find me and fix it.

I would do any thing to just wake up one day and find out this was all just a bad dream. I miss my life. My friends, and my siblings. This demon has stripped me of all my well being and life as I once knew it to be. Will I ever find me again?

I know that hell exists. I live in it every day. Thank you for your time.

A Warning to All
01:43 Aug 09 2005
Times Read: 571




I started off by smoking weed at the age of 11. I told myself that was it that's the only drug I'll do. Then at the age of fourteen my buddy tells me about this drug (Meth) that gives you a feeling that can't be explained. "It's the best" he say's. I thought this was a drug that I couldn't pass up. So we go over to a buddy's house and they start feeding me hoots. I felt great. The sensation was better then happiness. So I thought. I wasn't able to get it on a regular basis at that time so it was here and there that I did it.

When I was nearly 16 I started doing more and more, until my money was gone. When I turned 16, I did it on a regular basis. I had a dealer that would hook me up with fat deals. My life started to change I started to change. All the friends I had left. My parent's never really cared. But guess what? I didn't give a fuck. Fuck them I said. Looked at my pipe and said "you'll be my friend". At the time it was. I started hanging out with my dealer, we were torquing buddies. I was tweaked all the time. At night I stayed up thinking disturbing thoughts. I wasn't myself. I wasn't anything at all. Not worth a thing. So I kept torquing.

I hit bottom when on a binge. After a couple sleepless nights without any food, I decided to go to a buddy’s house. While I was hitching up there I started feeling terrible pains in my stomach. It was hard to walk. I started to hyperventilate, crying and passing out at the same time. A lady pulls over to see if I was alright and offered me a ride to where ever I needed to go. I ended up at my buddy’s house smoking Jib that night. And I really haven’t sloped since but everyday now I ask myself why? Why didn’t I just say no?