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that day you left  without a word  i cried alone  no one is here  all alone i am in fear  fear of what is to come  with out you here i fear  i fear myslef  
of the life to come  
come back to me  but it is not that easy  i will never win you back  you said you were never coming back  so alone i lay  
and alone i shal stay  forever more  under these trees of lies  deciet and hate  i loved you but you did not care nor will you ever now  how much fear i have of being alone  please come back to me  you know it is "almost" easy  till that
Have you seen my heart?  
She tears me apart  Where is my heart?  
 
Is she broken?  
Perhaps stolen?  
 
Help me find my heart  
Anyone help me  
Everyone help me  
 
Is she beating?  
Is she bleeding?  
 
I can't feel my heart    No one can have my heart  
We are not just anyone  
 
Can she hear me?  
Is she near me?
I walk down an empty road,  I see the glittering light,  All the stories left untold,  I’ll tell you one tonight.   
The vampire smiled,  Looked at it’s pray,  The rock path was tiled,  She was on her way.   
She licked her fangs,  Ready to bite,  All ready to go,  Without a fight.   
She bent down closer,  Licked the blood,  It was thick, warm and tender,  This wasn’t a dud.   
A bite to the throat,  Another fang bit,  “Don’t worry,” She said,  “The light’s already lit.”   
Sweet syringe  
Do sing to me  Lilting notes  Of pain  And love  Calling out  To tame me.   
Gentle string  Wrapped tight  Around my  
Pale finger  Let me free  To live on  As a lie.   
Silent glass  Reflect my  Own soul  Clearly as  A spring's  Lost life  As the red  And blue  Do flow.   
Silent tablet  Free me  Of this  Loveless  Piece of  Insignificance  To do the  Dance of  Sweet  Serenity.
Painful Remembrance   
I remember thee, my love.  The silk of your hair, the pale cream of your skin.  I remember how we danced,  In the ballrooms of Lords and homely bedrooms.  I remember thee.   
I remember light, my love.  The light of the heavens upon my face; the light of love.  I remember the warmth of it…  I remember the sun.   
I remember food, my love.  Heaps of meat, vegetables, and drink; heaps of life.  I remember the tastes…  Oh the joy paprika hendl evoked as it comforted my throat!  …I remember wine.   
 But now I
Exposed sighs and tied-down thighs  Beaten, broken and open mouth for more  Burnt skin showing sallow relief  The stench of the chopping block  The ambrosia of the End  Rusted nails piercing the soul  Stretched out in an Execution pose  13 moons brought you here  The invasion is nearly complete  Just this last kiss  Betrayal still lingering  No one honored their Word  Not Beast or Prey  Freshly severed tongue couldn’t relay  Only gargle in a bloody spray  The last prayers  The last God  You know, the One  Who obviously forgot  one of his flock
False Reflection   
A blurring image in a bathroom mirror  That just cannot be me  A smiling ghost of a fake reflection  That’s all the world can see   
A stranger dressed in imitation  Of someone I don’t know  A me that won’t stand to inspection  And a me that never shows   
A pretty girl who’s got it made  God, I wish that I was her  Then the mirror breaks and my mask is gone  And it’s too hard to be sure
The message in the mirror,  isnt clear.  The message in the mirror,  shows my fear.   
Walls collapse.  Truth comes out.  My fake smile falls from my lips.  blood drips down my wrist.   
I try to capture my sweet dreams as they  
start to fall to the ground.  They shatter like glass.  I try to pick up the pieces.   
But, cut myself on the jagged edge.  My dreams are gone forever.  The message in the mirror,  isnt clear.  The message in the mirror,  shows my fear.
Scratches of Insomnia   
How many times  Have I sat on my bed  Legs over the edge, ready for take off   
Wishing that it’s higher  That you were closer  That there would finally be silence, inside my head   
Tears are falling  And absence glare  Mind plugged in, the mother ship leaves   
Hit me hard  Like a plain in my head  I should have crashed and burned a long time ago   
Scratches of insomnia  A mind without its meds  There is no cure for something called “me”   
Flowers asleep in November  Just not willing to
I'd be a dirty angel  If there were wings upon my back  I'd be a nasty angel  My floating halo would be black
This is where she died  I had nowhere to hide  We walked though the rusty gates  from then on the rest was fate   
Running from what lay inside  This was the time she died  
She felt a touch on her lip  The cries,the screams as blood driped   
My tears fell into her lifeless hand  A laugh echoed and the sun shone on the land  The laugh faded and so did she  
Wind whistled ,the door was opened by a key   
Now as i return again  I feel the sadness,sorrow and her pain  The dust still there  And the clawed carpet with tears   
Old bookcase and chai
deine augen durchbohren mein herz  jedes deiner worte ist ein weiterer schritt  in die wasser des orkus  meine hand greift ins leere  mein blut pumpt ins nichts  scheiden sich die ggeister und die leben  verlassen auf der straße der verzweiflung und des lebens  rief ich deinen namen in die nacht  doch zurück hallte nur der letzte winter  der tag nemesis ist in inmir angebrochen  je weiter ich laufe  je ferner du bist  dest weiter verliere ich mich in mir  bis ich voll und ganz entschwunden bin  aus dem schlachtfeldmeines fleisches  nun habe ich mit dir  
In the flickering dusk of the cold forest’s keep  Midst the leaves and the brush where the river runs deep  A rivulet barren as all the world’s sands  Branches off and expands  In ribands and bands  To a lake wherein which a pale maid lies asleep.   
Soft gold is the hair that so limpidly flows  Round in circles that dip and as quickly compose  Into icy-tight locks by the white, leaden tips  Of her fingers and lips  And her slim, girlish hips  Bound in sodden silk swaths of frost-coloured bows.   
A garland of blooms—wilted snow in her grasp—  Tries
There she's goes again  Into her own storm  The girl you let go  But here I am  
Into to your arms  The girl you won't let go  You stare into my eyes  And I've seen your pain  Even though you've denied  The pain took over  But it didn't show  I went on like it was alright  Til' I fell to my needs  Out in the rain  Begging to the sky  Why won't he speak to me  I've felt the pain too  Slightly different from you  But it's there  You've spoken to me  And spilled your struggle  Yet you still hold your anger  If only I could take it for yo
sharp faces in the dark  
whispering, laughing  
shadowy fates nearing  
a voice I can’t hear  
calling  
and yet I know it’s there  
hungry for my soul tonight  
the raspy tones of madness bleeding  
into my room  
 
hurried steps rushing  
while my mind is bending  
twisted, tangled, terrified  
 
where are the corners of this room?  
I stand ready  
but the panic in my heart is beating me to death  
and the shades are down  
and my hands are up  
white knuckled fists blazing  
wide open eyes reaching  
legs steady  
pulse
This lonliness is burning  a hole in my heart;  Slowly eating it away  like a festering canker  infecting my soul.
Held down by bonds of love  chains forged over the years  cutting into my flesh and bone  and coated in acid  giving me septicemia.   
Held down by bonds of love  slowly, painfully wearing away  at my body and soul  ripping deep gashes in me  tearing me to pieces.   
Broken down by bonds of love  I lay bleeding on the ground  salting my wounds  with my tears.
I can tell you the colors of war,   
War can be red, war can be blue, war can be black,   
Red stands for the once beating hearts of young soldiers.   
Blue stands forthe tears shed by their loving families.   
And black stands for all of the death.   
Have you ever seen "Flags of Our Fathers"?   
Remember all of the brave, young souls dying for the country that they  
 
Wars do not always have to be big.     Wars can be small, on a street with two gangs   
Or just a plain shoot out at a convenient store.     That does not change anyt
Can't you see the bodies burning?   
Can't you feel the heat is growing?   
Cant you taste the flash is rotting?   
Can't you hear the people screaming?

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