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Well I did have something here about me, but I've decided to let my poetry tell
you about me and my life.
At the end of the day, my history would have taken up to much of this page.
No one really wants to read all the pain written on a really long cover.
If you can relate and want to talk or just chat for no reason then all good
drop me a line when I'm online 
To Cut lightly or cut deeply
Watch it fill watch it bleed
Feel the pain shed some tears
A way to deal with your fears
Bury the hurt and the sorrow
Start it over again tomorrow
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I often sit in wonder
As skin is split assunder
Watching the trickles grow
From an intentional blow
To a river than a flood
From painfully released blood
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I choose my life and the paths I walk, so it's lonely but least this way I am hurting no one
Carve your flesh deep
Blood will soon weep
Cold steel your hand
Unfeeling and bland
Intensely deeply pure
Heartfelt painful allure
Drink in your blood
Cleansed by a flood
Let loose your pain
Till nothing remains
Time to say goodbye
No tears left to cry
Another life is gone
This is my death song
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My dreams still haunt me
Tatters cover my window
Four bleeding walls to see
Webs of the black widow
Fractured glass my reality
Across flesh droplets spread
Tearing at my fragile sanity
Past a threshold unto death.
- Last seen on Sep 19 8:36 AM. Member since November 21, 2004.
- I'm a gasoline dream poet for 1781 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is Depression is the pen and blood is the ink.
- I am a 36 year old guy (New Zealand)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Living-Dreaming-Surviving.
- I am in the groups A Sanctuary for the Lost Alone Dark or Depressed, For Those Who Want To Improve Their Poems and Meet Friends At the Same Time, SANCTUARY FOR THOSE ADDICTED TO BLOOD and INK, Sweet Encounters With A Small Scent Of Blood
- I have 1,781 comments, 3 contests, 1 addline
My Poetry
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Sitting near my windowsill looking out Into the darkness beyond the dirty glass
My Stories
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In a forest grove I await my heart
I feel she is approaching slowly -
Coming to a decision I gently lift her with my mind
Telekinesis one the many mysteries of my kind553 lines, 10 comments, March 8, 2005. In <200 lines, Fantasy -
Held and embraced by hungers grip
Tasting the sensual residue on my lips
Visitor Book
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Starz of Heaven on August 22I miss you
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Demonica : hey on June 19i finished Raven's Life. you can go to my page on here and read it.
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Starz of Heaven on February 13
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Angel Wing Disease on January 4I really loved your page.
The writings on here are delectable to the fullest.
xx.
