Twisting and Mangling Scars of the mind...Now I can feel the same horror I felt before. Its such a glory to have found. The fear has changed though. No longer do I fear death but perhaps lack of death. Maybe its more of life that I fear. For life and its many horrors are ever so known and very unique. In its montinuous passions I have become aware that I am in a decaying world of fools who are on islands of pride refusing to see those who dwell below the inky oceans. They will be devoured in the storm of scales and claws.
The sacrifices of this age are more perverse then that of the last. Nair the traveler who seeks this path for he shall truly learn why madness is a blessing. Knowledge escapes me now. I traded it for fiction and what better is a fiction that one lives? Ah but my ramblings are meaningless now. Mazes the whole lot of the world.
Unheard
Devious Comments
Ah crap, I stepped in the poetry you just spewed everywhere, Sick!
I love you.
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I really like this...it's sad, but good...
I hope you're not feeling too down or anything...
xx
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I sing and sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings, as my fingers press onto the strings, you get another clumsy chord...
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I'll always love you, ~Samuraivampirelord <3
xx
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Integrity, identity and all the ghosts inside of me, tell me there's so much I still don't know.
Yes, well, you're mcuh better at it than I am, so, I can see why you like it. ^w^;
xx
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I sing and sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings, as my fingers press onto the strings, you get another clumsy chord...
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I'll always love you, ~Samuraivampirelord <3
xx
Knowledge escapes you, and your ramblings are meaningless
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"In a time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act" - George Orwell
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Integrity, identity and all the ghosts inside of me, tell me there's so much I still don't know.
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Integrity, identity and all the ghosts inside of me, tell me there's so much I still don't know.
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"In a time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act" - George Orwell
Ideas are very foolish, they mean nothing and lead nowhere. Rest, beauty, tranquility; these only have value.
I expect nothing of man, and disown the race. The only folly is expecting what is never attained; man is most contemptible when compared with his own pretensions. It is better to laugh at man from outside the universe, than to weep for him within.
Yet you march on and pursuit your foolish and quite rather dumb attempts at gaining any form of power. Nothing matters, but it's perhaps more comfortable to keep calm and not interfere with other people. Don't you see. You serve no use to anyone.
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Integrity, identity and all the ghosts inside of me, tell me there's so much I still don't know.
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