| Dust motes come to say goodbye Floating in a poisoned sky This will be the day you die Now away your spirit will fly |
| Dust motes come to say goodbye Floating in a poisoned sky This will be the day you die Now away your spirit will fly |


A fact we need to realize I am nothing. You are nothing. We are nothing.A fact we need to realize
Just like the emotions I have for you.


Twisting CordsSomebody shoot me nowTwisting Cords
My headphones are broken again
It seems like I have spent a lifetime twisting the cord to get things to work just right
Temporary fixes
Frustration
Why do the cords of important things always break on me?
Headphones,
Computer chargers,
Ties of friendship
Twisting them for hours to get brief moments of functionality
And if I get new ones they just break the same.


In HellShe was tied tightly to a giant block of ice, naked, in the middle of black nothing. She screamed and screamed with pain as the ice burned her skin. She tried to squirm, tried to get one inch of skin of the ice but she could not. The cords that tied her arms out to either side of her and her legs down cruelly bit into her skin, pushing her against the ice. She had been there for forever. So long that the ice melted to her shape but the cords stayed tight. Even over her screaming she could hear the new sound. Purring, coming from the direction of her feet. She was silent, instantly, then pleading.In Hell
"Help, God no! Help me! No!" She


Cold HeartedLost in a falling sky full of clouds that are crying in lonelinessCold Hearted
And it is cold in here because your heart is ice But you don't seem to realize that even though you freeze those who you give the gift of love to.
Did you hear me? You freeze them solid with your heart of ice and you are freezing me.
Where is your compassion?
Have you even asked yourself that question? Why do you feel love in such strange ways? Why do you shun what you love the most?
Can you hear me? I'm crying out to you As I drift in this cloudy sky that is falling, leaving my hear
| Here it is. My gallery. For you to see, for you to judge, for you to think. |
| Full of everything I find beautiful or interesting. Much better than anything I could ever do. |
| Well. I am hard to describe. I don't know what to write here but I figured something was needed. |
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"Even psychopaths have emotions, then again, maybe not"
~Richard Ramirez
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Owner of #Dark-Asphyxiation
Admin for #darkclub
Room 129 at #Dark-Arts-Asylum
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women rely on clothes, gossip, make up, jokes, and personallity to gain social acceptance and to raise themselves among their peergroup
all us men have to do is fart
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Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I know of no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot...
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With my freezeray I will stop the world.
With my freezeray I will find the time to find the words.
I'm the guy to make it real,
the feelings you don't dare to feel.
I'll bend the world to our will,
and we'll make time stand still.
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"Dies slowly he who does not overturn the table when he is unhappy at work, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty to thus follow a dream, and he who does not forego sound advice at least once in his life." ~Pablo Neruda
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With my freezeray I will stop the world.
With my freezeray I will find the time to find the words.
I'm the guy to make it real,
the feelings you don't dare to feel.
I'll bend the world to our will,
and we'll make time stand still.
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"Dies slowly he who does not overturn the table when he is unhappy at work, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty to thus follow a dream, and he who does not forego sound advice at least once in his life." ~Pablo Neruda
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Travelling the long, hard road, one step at a time.
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With my freezeray I will stop the world.
With my freezeray I will find the time to find the words.
I'm the guy to make it real,
the feelings you don't dare to feel.
I'll bend the world to our will,
and we'll make time stand still.
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