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Rag Doll to Society
by Moonshinesuicide  

On the loneliest day of my life,
the world was painted black,
with mascara tears, as we dissapear,
Face scarred with the ugly abstract.

Once I was the pretty girl who worried,
One day that she would break,
With fractured lines, of changing times,
Pulling frantic at gods mistakes.


      Can we ever know this isn't fake?
      Does anyone know when we break?
      Fall into line, a queue to death,
      fall into time and all that is left.
      I see this isn't right, we need variety,
      But I'm just a rag doll to society.
      Fall into line, a queue to death,
      fall into time and all that is left.

Opinions falter and fall into nothing,
I sketch out my optic stills,
the charcoal scars, fallen apart,
Let me medicate you and be your pills.

When everything goes wrong and mutters,
Dictated by people I will forget,
Quietly wrong, acting so long,
Lost myself in my humble regrets.

      Can we ever know this isn't fake?
      Does anyone know when we break?
      Fall into line, a queue to death,
      fall into time and all that is left.
      I see this isn't right, we need variety,
      But I'm just a rag doll to society.
      Fall into line, a queue to death,
      fall into time and all that is left.

Altered versions of my true personality,
for each variety of disdain,
composing ways, and what to say,
So you won't think im strange.

Waiting for something to make me special,
or someone to tell me I am,
The pretty girl, lost in the world,
Who pretends she just doesn't give a damn.

      Can we ever know this isn't fake?
      Does anyone know when we break?
      Fall into line, a queue to death,
      fall into time and all that is left.
      I see this isn't right, we need variety,
      But I'm just a rag doll to society.
      Fall into line, a queue to death,
      fall into time and all that is left.

On the loneliest day of my life,
the world was painted black,
with mascara tears, as we dissapear,
Face scarred with the ugly abstract.

                         Loneliest,
                         Painted,
                         in dissapearing
                         abstract.
                         Breaking
                         Mistakes,
                         as the pills,
                         react.
                         Mutters
                         Dictated,
                         regretted
                         Disdain,
                         I just
                         wanted
                         to be
                         The same.

      Can we ever know this isn't fake?
      Does anyone know when we break?
      Fall into line, a queue to death,
      fall into time and all that is left.
      I see this isn't right, we need variety,
      But I'm just a rag doll to society.
      Fall into line, a queue to death,
      fall into time and all that is left.


      Can we ever know this isn't fake?
      Does anyone know when we break?
      Fall into line, a queue to death,
      fall into time and all that is left.
      I see this isn't right, we need variety,
      But I'm just a rag doll to society.
      Fall into line, a queue to death,
      fall into time and all that is left.





Justify My Suicide by BeautifullyxMorbid

Justify my suicide,
My heart has completely died,
Painted smiles linger across my broken face,
Won't you come and take me away from this damn place?

Looks like your little girl ain't pretty anymore,
Hush, don't say a word, as my blood hits the floor,
There's only so many times a person can bend,
Will my scars and wounds ever mend?

This fucking world is full of hate,
Don't save me now, it's way too late,
Shattered veins and broken glass,
I guess the pain will always last.

All that remains is a rope,
I've finally lost all sense of hope,
Jagged edges of the blade caress my wrist,
In dying, there's more than one twist.

A never ending game of life and death,
Suffocation controls my last breath,
Anything is better than living on this fucking earth,
Just a mistake since the day of my birth.

Don't you love the look in my eyes?
Drowning in pools of your bitter lies,
Looks like your little girl finally died,
The final pull of the trigger, justified her suicide.


Die for love.
by Darkhorseman

I DIE FOR LOVE.

In heart’s hurting are black tears wept
Which rake the furrows to each cheek
And follows slow is red blood crept
From the heart where sad spills the leak
And I cry to thunder-storms above
To hell with life… And to hell with love!

In misery of such a weakened state
I kneel and bow to the darkened skies
Deliver me any devil, my certain fate
I need no black tears from empty eyes
And I cry to all the satanic hordes that dwell
Come; take my corpse to that burning hell

What fool would call any love divine
Which twists the knife in torturous cut
Would he be loved and lost as was mine
Then would he join me in this deaths glut
I hurt!…Oh I hurt in this heartfelt pain!
While black fall my tears to mix with red rain

Slow is love to release its mettles grasp
Time is death’s sentence, the toneless bell
Around me are chains of love in clasp
And now the sounding of death’s knell
Meet me, you hell-hound or angels above
I cry my black tears and red blood for love!



• If there is one thing you can say about mankind, is that there is nothing kind about man.
  Tom Waits

I'd rather be nobodys anything, Then someones nothing.

• You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life
  Albert Camus  
• Always remember that you are unique, just like everyone else.
  Unknown  
• We must not give only what we have; we must give what we are.
  Cardinal Mercia  
 
Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them.
  J. K. Rowling  

• Humans live best when each has a place to stand, when each knows where he belongs in the scheme of things and what he may achieve. Destroy the place and you destroy the person.
  Frank Herbert

• Love is merely madness.
  William Shakespeare

• The only queer people are those who don't love anybody.
  Rita Mae Brown

• Sex is one's consolation when love is not enough
  Gabriel Garcia Marquez

• Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
  Mitch Albom

• My tongue will tell the anger of mine heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break.
  William Shakespeare