A Ghost Of A GoodI hope it means something to someoneA Ghost Of A Good
That I chased the ghost of a good thing
I hope one day you might know yourself well enough To know me To know you drag angels on your path And avoid devils with ease
Here you understand so little of so much And let me thrive off it I\'d take any friction to ease the pain What happened was a tragedy
One lost hope and one lost love
But misery can only prolong a con And you were bad at deceiving
When your lies dissolved I left And time past and passion ignored faded from words (but never fr
The survival of the fitestIt’s not survival And not that of the fit. It’s the selfish taking advantage Of those that live most natural.The survival of the fitest
You stand by your throne, You self-proclaimed god Of flesh and mind.
What kind of superior race Would suppress and enslave, Mass-produce and support, A renewable genocide Fest? To only satisfy your Gluttonous appetite.
They’re flesh no different then your own. They’re souls (or lack of them) No more divine.
Yet they die in droves For your (so called civilized) blood thirst.
Think o
Loving a steel embraceI’ll release my arms So you can wrap me up in chains. This sharp sensation, Honest embrace. I’ll open my chest – reach inside To (try and) find a hiding heartLoving a steel embrace
Loves a Suffocation. Perfect links In a
Heart breaking chain. Blood drips from skin tight metal.
Buckle for buckle I’m all yours. Every chance locked. I’ll swallow the key If Its followed by your lips.
You let me know there’s no escape. Love is hopeless, It’s sobering, It’s real.
All I see scarlet stained steel All I feel is affection
Flirting with my heartHow many daggers where handed out, And how inviting was my back? How exposed were my heartstrings, And how tempting where they to be pulled? So this is were you leave me? In a corner you swore I saved you from? So this is who you really are? It’s not at all appealing.Flirting with my heart
GazeLonely Millennium TonightIt's a Lonely Millennium TonightLonely Millennium Tonight
A g(lance);
out a scared, discouraged window,
to rain-slicked pavement
cracked like the gravestone of that crazy old man
who lived down the street all alone;
impales
what might have been that ugly red plaid hat
you always wear
if these were better times.
But God's running for president,
and these are the days
when your touch is the shadow
of my empty glass at the bar,
the blood running up
the splintered temple of a nameless teenage girl
(me? you?)
crushed in the cold steel
by ~twigs
by *fallout161
ROCK & ROLL!
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Soooo....
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BOOM BABY!
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"You are a treasure I don't want to lose."
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a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace.
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"You are a treasure I don't want to lose."
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a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace.
~Diane
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"You are a treasure I don't want to lose."
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Well all did our best now.
We all need to rest now.
Leave me alone.
and what are you talking about? you write so wonderfully... you have nothing to complain about in the tallent area!
luv ya!
~Diane
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"You are a treasure I don't want to lose."
thanks for the comment, thomas.
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