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Everytime you fall / you insist on pulling me down too
You hated me so much/ when all along you hated you
But this time / i refuse to drown
This time/ i refuse to let you push me down

In...

I am no angel
I was crafted by Lucifer's hand
From this mental hell
I am God's curse upon man

I am no saint
I am a liar
I was borne of the shadows
I am not to be admired

i have no clue..lol. i thought it looked awesome, and inspiring as well.

i am at a loss for words, the last three lines brought a twisting pain my chest where my heart resides. that is so amazingly beautiful. I would consider it a poem .

Understandable.. in the past month and a half, a friend of my bestest friend ever, Xtyna, better known as tear_killer.. commited suicide, or as in our theory.. was murdered by her parents.

and...

thank you.. thank you..

by dark did you mean the picture? or my deep emotion for the one i love?

Yes that is right.. for all that have known me since i joined and are familiar with my old...

i agree.. it is kind of mind boggling. I feel like i am reading J.R.r.Tolkein all over again.. i can tell it is brilliant and good.. but i cant understand it worth a damn.

lol, brilliance ..

...

can't begin to describe
This feeling inside
You terrify me
I need you to breathe

It's like some kind of spell on me
Controlling everything i do and see
But if it goes away i won't...

The whispers of Rain coming
Run through the trees
The whispers of salvation
Are hinted in each breeze
Upon the horizon
A streak of lightning flares
And with it's arrival
The rain falls...

Spending nights speaking self righteously
We’ve grown and found we’re not 16
Grown apathetic and atrophied
I’m sorry for what I’ve become

strangly that is me as well right now.

Or a twisted...

thanks, i got it off this one site's thingy, and i thought it sounded wrong , but i wasnt completely sure. i always mix the hippies up w/ the 60's and the 70's

I've been looking into the mirror
For far to long
I've been fooling myself
All along
To think i'm fine
When i am not
The pain i thought gone
Will never stop
And i breathe
Softly

Love it,.

yes, i think i am not doing a bad job at thinking like a madman. "There is pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know" forget who said that, but it is one of my favourite quotes.

Like a starving man I was, and she, the steak waved in front of me, and then, she was there, my ethereal vision, my fixation. Some might have even used the word obsession. I sat there for so long, so...

i have been working on the next part, i will most likely post it within the next 24 hours.
btw, tolkein , in my opinion wrote in a borish style. i wanted to rip my hair out every time i tried to...

thanks! I thought so, i was thinking along the lines of edgar allan poe's 'the tell tale heart' when i did this. The mad person thing.

i know "got" isnt fitting for the last line, but i liked it better than have. and it rhymed, so i liked the flow

yes

Tell me what you think....


THE MADMAN OF BAKER STREET

I remember it like it was yesterday. Her scent, morning rain in June, her skin, sunlight, her eyes, like the ocean, her hair... ahh her...

I can't escape you
Though the moon knows i try
Many a night
She watches me cry
She's cast her light on my wounds
And then sends the rain
Trying her damndest
To wash away my pain
She...

Another fight/A different night
Another dream/ Ripped apart from the seams
Another blade/ In my fist
Another slice/ Upon my wrist
Another failed attempt to die
Another crimson tear /From my...

thank you!

I'm breaking the chains
Leaving you
Good-bye
I don't know what else to do

I tried to make it
But i failed
No longer can i fake it
Sorry

Love is a waste of time, and in my experience, it always ends in heartache. The pain i've seen it cause is not worth the dust on my shoes.