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Nov. 9th, 2006 | 11:33 pm
mood: deviousdevious

"The Visitor"
The housing of your mind is frail
I hide, I slither, I crawl
on the ceiling, behind the wall
leaving acid in my trail
I destroy and tear away
the fabric of your mind
devouring everything I find
until oblivion holds sway
Seek me if you dare
In the hollow of your skull
stab until the blade is dull
Try and drive me from my lair
I'll leach into your brain
my tendrils fill your eyes
until all your truths are lies
I'll make you go insane
But now the beams are whole
there is no original remain
I hold your flesh in twain
I have destroyed your soul

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Nov. 9th, 2006 | 07:02 pm
mood: blankmeatgrinder
music: timewarp

"Whore"
You
are
just
one
more
cheap
whore
fake
jewels
broken
smile
spend
hours
on
your
back
where
is
your
god
where
is
your
faith
cocaine
and
condoms
legs
spread
wide
cheap
whore
plastered
in
rouge
no
one
loves
you
admit it
you
hate
you
as
we
all
do
gutter
whore
make
your
peace
i'm
coming
for
you
sweet
oblivion

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Nov. 9th, 2006 | 03:21 pm
mood: creativecreative

"Stranger"
Stranger, tell me
Who are you?
What have you lost
that can't be found
Why are your eyes
cast to the ground?
Turn your face to me
Stranger
Bare your soul to me
You have lost your face
you have lost your home
have you found your place?
Have you found your soul
What is it you hold
within your hands
the key to a promised land
or damnation untold
Stranger
lift your eyes to me
Stranger
give your hand to me
Stranger
Help me find my way
Stranger
Help me lose my faith
Stranger
What is god
Why is life
what is pain
Why is strife
Stranger
Show your gift to me
Stranger
Give your loss to me
Stranger
Give your absence
Stranger
Give your death
Stranger
Stranger
Show me the way

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Nov. 5th, 2006 | 01:16 am

Kneel
Kneel
eyes upon the ground
the shadow traces a line on my throat
the axe will sever
my neck
yes, the head will roll
my head will roll
fall upon the ground
trampled by the crowd
oh yes
dust
and spit
and blood
elixir of my life
released at death
and what a pity
they never knew my crimes
the judge and the accused
both lie
only I know
that I didn't do it
no
it wasn't my knife
that ended that life
but I shall fall
I shall fall
my head shall roll
chruch bells toll
for another's sins
call it atonement
for what I did do
that she shall live
when I die
for the death she gave
the shadow grows wider
my time draws shorter
welcome, shadow
welcome, cold
come to me
come to my arms
release

methinks this one needs a bit of editing

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Nov. 5th, 2006 | 12:42 am
mood: contemplativecontemplative

"Winter in Antartica"
a song

The winds of change have blown

(oh how cliche forgive me pray)
and chilled me to the bone
my eyes search the sky
as skin cleaves away
the flesh without blood
, dry
the light of soul flickers and wans
it is the path abandoned
the soulless child
's remission
the cancer
the salvation
it is winter
it is antartica again
it has found us again
desert of ice
land of demise
a fortune in brittle skeletons
stolen from the closets
of too daring adventurers
the ones who lost their way
Have I lost my way
?
We have all lost the way
and have forsaken the search
cannot remember
what was it we looked for in the ice
?
in the earth?
what did we venture to hell
frozen over to find
?
find what we have lost
oursleves
it is winter in antartica
yet summer is too cold for life
too cold our blood is ice within our veins
and our joints pulverize as we grasp
for the view in the distance
the glittering palace
the view of paradise
the one we can
't reach
disapearing as we see it for what it is
ice
and death
as the dust of our skin blows away
and leaves
...
and leaves...
and leaves...
nothing....
just forgotten dreams
winter in antartica

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Oct. 23rd, 2006 | 06:49 pm

I'm not sure if I believe in God anymore.

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Oct. 22nd, 2006 | 10:55 pm

Dear Diary,
Life Sucks.
The end.


(refer to today's journal entry forstickychipmunk)(if you can't read that journal, friend it and I'll friend you back)

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