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Moving on So used to the sunset falling on these four walls so used to the noise seeping through all these halls And yet I feel life is far away I can never escape The chains that tie me down to the ground What is life on the other side? Is there freedom from these rules we must abide? There’s no telling how I could ever live without Moving on my life seems so plain All this structure has, eroded my brain Corrupted by the restrictions my mind cannot stand Is this really what God had really planned? What is life on the other side? Is there freedom from these rules we must abide? There’s no telling how I could eve

here i stand with you in my hands the mistletoe hung high as was my plan would you love me if i died tomorrow but i wont so shed no sorrow I'm in love with whom I've not seen but i can feel it in my soul so serene i believe in love lasting forever but can ours ever endeavor a storm brews over head but we are safe inside this bed we'll dream tonight and dream no fright i love you is what she said and then good night

 i hate the fact i am who i am and what revolves around me i hate what i do and how it stays and haunts my sleep the darkness that consumes has swallowed my thoughts my heart is like a fallen star and in hell it rots broken down i swear in agonized vengeance the pungent aroma seeps the air as her skin offers no resistance my mind is swallowed by the blood soaking my hands all for the pain of this love we share across the land so on my sadistic mascaraed of carnage and gore i let my love diminish until it breaks on the floor

   I had never known what pain and poverty really were. Sure I had heard of it often seeing as I worked at the local soup kitchen in Boston. Many times I would see the men and women that would walk in, what pain hid in the eyes of such beautiful people. I was unlike them I had jobs, a place to call home, a family, and above all some hope. I would see these faces walk in tainted by this awe of infested danger, inside their minds dwelled dark questions like “Why Me?”  “What did I do wrong?” or “Is there anything left to look to why I must live to see another sun rise while everything in my world has been set?” I co

in this moment of what feels like a lifetime in eternity i hold you close as we gaze into eachothers eyes just you an me in a room filled with chaotic sounds we hear nothing as it all drowns all we've ever dreamed of happenning right before our very eyes we hold hands as we kiss how the tendernous of the touch makes us fly we close our eyes and we begin to dream the most beautiful things we've ever seen we look back into eachother's eyes with a love that burns like a flame there is nothing that could make this moment stop as we're one in the same we breathe eachothers breath as we both slowly come back to reality the noise returns

Blossoms form as the rose buds wilt away a tragic performance perfect for display a romantic hearts dressed casually as a liar a spark is lit to start an enormous fire the bugle blows as the drums beat along never let your dreams be far gone o disastrous chaotic melody play something sinister for me let the king have his men and the world crumble again a river churns a meandering path her heart skips as she's running fast freed from salvation she has fallen in time freed from her body she's freed in her rhyme her voice echo's as brilliant as a flower as the blood drips from the top of the tower

I love you more than you could ever know at times i despise that fact i can even love my heart is like a burned down forest from your hearts fire as cheesy as this may be to be yours is my only desire i wish that when you read this you will realize my love for you how i stay awake and pray to one day be with you o how the tenderness of your lips brushed mine at one time how your smooth body lures my mind every time how your brilliance lightens up my every move i love you to the point i don't know what to do

A beginning must always come to an end A love born with the sole desire to be broken, Scriptures written from the hand of the betrayer a foul stench found inside the purest of prayers, Hope is lost but only with a bigger spark is it born Born again into the shadows from which it was torn, An angelic voice sings a song as the blade falls Love or lust which one stands while the other crawls, A song for the love of both a hawk and a dove Does it not smile upon the blaring sounds of the drum, Driven from his home neither angel, demon, or man this story is born not so long ago in not so distant land, So is written the song of the bards

Finally i thought as i looked down the corridor and witnessed my own death. I stood beside my body in complete wonder. what was it that made me feel happy to leave my life in the shadowy grave. Maybe it was the fact that after 18 frustrating years i'd finally had enough and gone mad. I didn't even know if i was dead to be quite honest i always felt this odd still calm and creepily cold feeling run down my back when i drifted off into sleep. it was as if my life was on hold and i entered someone elses body far from that of my own. And i've finally proven that. yes though i have one body physically dead the body of which is in my dreams has fin

It's just the same as it was yesterday they tore me down and i felt the blade broken walls of age old neglection bruises from fights I've never mentioned tears pour down and sting my heart with every little bit thats not torn apart when the moon seem like your closest friend remember i was there before and will be at the end and its always when i'm falling I see the truth all the lies i sung just for proof blatant tears of black stained crimson snow drown the innocence of all my sorrow i'll be there for you when indeed you fall i'll take the break and i shall crawl so when the brilliance of the night fades away the black stain