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The walls are closing in.
I can feel it, as I breathe
The air is getting thin.
With the pressure,
I can feel it rising up in me.
I’m going under,
As i'm slipping out of my own depth.
As I wander, cold And empty inside my own mind.
I cannot feel it, what I am
Or where I am going.
And I need to,
When will I pass through this stranger’s land.
I just saw it;
My reach slipping from your outstretched hand.
As I stare into, your newly blinded eyes, I know that I, I alone must walk this final mile. &
by ~tim-the-sorceror
BrokenTonight the world seems empty and useless. In broken, In ways more than one As I drift through the vast confine of my mind. Help me im falling. Falling beyond your grasp, Beyond any - save these hands. I walk alone - Blind and lame stumble Long forgotten halls Searching. Searching and running, For and from. I stumble wearily along the knifes blade. A longing - for empty space. A void or a vacuum,Broken
Suck me in again.
Tonight I'm alone.
Tonight I'm broken.
by ~tim-the-sorceror
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WallsLook in these eyes love, Look deep into a soul That you've betrayed. Let me know What you see. Crossing the boundry Between surreal And reality. I've spilled Myself unto you. You're purity, Ravenged by cruelty. I can't stand On these two feet Without your taste. Some says it's obsession, Some say it's not Meant to be.Walls
As time passes.
I feel this rapture Inside my heart. Still slight echoes, Still emotion. Sometimes trying Not to try.
Some time down the road.
by ~Soul-Silenced
Shadow BlindLight spills Across my page Silken smooth Turning flawless white To incandescenceShadow Blind
I lift my pen And touch to paper Watching my image Cast in shadow Mirroring my move
These words spring forth Born within that point Where shadow meets the real Where pen meets paper Words scratched in liquid light
But this creation Formed upon that edge That sunlit, razor's edge Seems pale and lifeless Somehow incomplete
For though I see my words Wrought within the real I cannot see their shadows Th
by ~saladin
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- Current Residence: Éire
- Interests: your mother, music, singing, jui-jitsu, hiking, but mainly your mother
- Favourite movie: monty pythons holy grail, ravenous, fallen, the nightmare before christmas
- Favourite band or musician: Tool, A Perfect Circle, Opeth, Vast, Jeff Buckley, The Mars Volta
- Favourite genre of music: Alt Rock, Prog Rock
- Favourite artist: escher
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath, Douglas Adams, JRR Tolkien
- Favourite game: Requiem
- Favourite gaming platform: Your Mother
- Favourite cartoon character: Boskov, Optimus Prime, Road Runner,
- Personal Quote: VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Tools of the Trade: Broadsword, Shield, Helmet, and a crew 500 strong at my command
- MSN: ask and you shall receive
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handsome, you do know how to play nice with my hair.
how're things?
romans. i prefer greeks better. but then again, they're both synonym of studying.
shit?!
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it's the beginning of the song god forgot to write.
i'm not too keen on it
and yet i would appreciate so much to know what to avoid to get my happiness easily. : |
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"They had forgotten the first lesson:
that we must be powerful, beautiful,
a
theses kisses jump, mister. can't control them.
they say, in a green label:
"for who's constantly being too gentle".
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I don't mean to close the door but-
Ohthankyouforhavingmademy daywith such a discovery!
-heart-
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