| "Just a child without a fairytale am I Dark but so lovely A Little Match Girl freezing in the snow A nightingale in a golden cage That's me locked inside reality's maze This is who I am Escapist, paradise seeker" Nightwish |


Forgotten, not forgivenBroken promise another tale for the fading hope and the ever dying sun words vanishing like clouds only pain will ever remainForgotten, not forgiven
Three times shouting the name of god may be hundred more the devil's one None of them will ever answer to the greatest sinner's call
Come Dead My last companion with heart so warm As the fire that burned once in me
Seek the land promised in the dream another mirage and the sad clown's tears


For a friendWhat should you do When you are on the cliff's edge? Who should you call In the desert left alone?For a friend
Just close your eyes and see your dreams memories long forgotten recall from the past forever gone
Take the hand Of a friend Leave the prison of loneliness and woe
Turn again to the edge A bridge there you will see Look around in the desert At least a single friend you will find


New moonNew moon, but same Ol' jaded dreams living in a world whereNew moon
nothing is ever what it seems. Persecuted by nightmares that grow stronger by the day devouring my tongue leaving me with nothing nice to say. Consumed by a burning desire to know the truth knowing damn well i'm a liar and reality is whatever i choose. Slowly becoming what i use to hate, but finding it necessary in order to ride out the storm before it becomes a little too late.


Please...Is everything worth it?Please...
I am sitting here, typing. I am alone, both physically and mentally, it seems. The clouds outside are in limbo; to rain or not to rain?
Is everything worth it?
Every day that thought flashes in my mind. Every day I am surrounded by self-absorption, selfishness and hate. Every day I question myself
Is everything worth it?
Is my life worth existing? Is my existence worth living?
The majority of my friends have gone, disappeared, and I clutch at the friends I do have, terrified that they will go too.
I dont under


The sun and the snailI am a hammer and nail,The sun and the snail
The sun and the snail. The bullet in a .357 magnum! I am the lipstick or lip gloss on
The lips of a hoe. I leave a slimy trail wherever I go I am the sound of heaven
Going away when youve sold your Soul for more than what you earn in a day. Ill bring you down when you are glad Lift you up when you are sad. I am the good and the bad in your meaningless Life! I care for you when you care less for me I am the worst enemy you can ever encounter. I am alpha and omega in your parody
The punch line in your silly jok


Small poemsDark sorrows over swept us once, And into a trance we fell. Staring at pictures of a once happy face, We realized all those things are gone now. Breaking into pieces and dying Is all we have left.Small poems
Eviscerate my body and rid me of my evil. Rid me of my troubles, And rid me of my soul. Tell me that you loved me, And then leave me all alone.
I would slit my wrists and die for you. Open my wounds and die for you. Make a date with Death and die for you. But I sure as hell won't cry for you.
Buried in my own deperation. Ghosts from a
| "Just a child without a fairytale am I Dark but so lovely A Little Match Girl freezing in the snow A nightingale in a golden cage That's me locked inside reality's maze This is who I am Escapist, paradise seeker" Nightwish |
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"A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation."
Friedrich Nietzsche
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"A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation."
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"A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation."
Friedrich Nietzsche
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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"Last night I felt, that you kissed me different
And I remained, without knowing what to do
I know you and I know
That something isnt right, come tell me the truth
I dont want to imagine
That it was the last kiss" ~ Christina Aguilera (El Beso Del Final)
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"Ein rastloser Geist, ein unersättliches Herz"
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