

way too late.life is full. so many choices. my head is filled. too many voices.way too late.
you can't ignore. your the boy... i love. to hate. your the voice. i died for. telling me: it's way too
late.
drugs are what we have. (so many choices) love is what we had. (too many voices)
behind locked doors. sexual noises. bloody wrists. and he rejoices.
pain is what we have. (just too much) pleasures what we had. (never enough)
you can'


trash in your handyou may hate me. I might care. i'd still spend eternity drowning in your stare and remembering times i was sane.trash in your hand
flowers die returned from life. time never had more meaning. i try to put down the knife. sleep and remember days of dreaming.
i cut away my sorrow. bleeding out my shame. your hate towards me drives me insane. something inside was taken away. i don't want to feel this pain.
i bleed on the outside. i died that day: Nov 8.
i wake up and throw away time. wasting pages with my rhyme. in your hands my


Porcelain DollPorcelain Doll By: MercuryPorcelain Doll
Can you not see the doll that lies Glass eyes and pale china skin Shattered shards across dark mahogany wood. The child forgotten. The doll lost
Pale yellow dress Bright gold curls Blue glass eyes once so bright Now so dull, lost in time The child forgotten
The doll lost
Can you not see the pictures on the wall The laughing smiling faces of an empty ghost house. Yellowed photographs Ancient faces of a happier time And below it all on dark mahogany wood Lies the soul of a do
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I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality. --Emily Dickinson
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Give me a reason to smile, I'll give you a reason to cry. Give me a reason to live, I'll give you a reason to die.
..Poems.. [link]
Nyaarrr bite me
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But you should write lyrics, are you a musician?
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someday you'll have Nitrus and Applejuice until then there's storyskeleton.
[link] put dog fighting to and end.
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~gamers
"by gamers for gamers" - interplay
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believe without me now...
(love lasts forever)
Can you feel the love?
Can you feel the hate?
Can you feel the far?
Can you feel the pain?
Can you feel the loss?
Can you feel at all?
It always was too good to be true...
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