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I stand and I die Crystallized tears I cry
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The darkest star So desolate and far
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Just Kill me! I cannot take much more.
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Pestilence over takes the land
Forcing the farmers to harvest blood stained sand
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Wibbley, gibbly, gobbly, goo The pudding flavored frog lived in a shoe
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I do not know how it began
How the urge formed from thought
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No, No, No!
Just get out of my sight
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Setting sail,
On the darkest sea,
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Come forth and follow.
This is what I was told.
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Broken the wings of the angle.
Fallen from my mind’s eye.
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I come and I write.
I sit and bleed.
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Crushed and obliterate.
My life is gone.
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Peer into my mind.
Take control of my essence.
by machine
44 lines, 4 comments,
on May 26 9:33 PM 2008. In Pain, Life, Thoughts, Sad, Personal, Dark, My life, Depression, Sadness
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I fall from the holiest star.
You where all that kept me there.
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Heaven opens up.
The star in the sky collapses.
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Death…
Such sweet remorse…
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A star so alone in the sky.
So perfect is its shine.
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Peer upon the wall.
A crack running down my hall.
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My pain in my eye…
That which only grows…
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Lost in my realities illusion.
Rain upon my broken body.
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Pick up your face.
My hate for you grows.
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Death is all I see…
The crimson red glistening…
by machine
29 lines, 2 comments,
on Apr 3 10:34 PM 2008. In Dark
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I stand broken and tall.
Death and discord are my life.
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Running in my mind...
No place to hide...
by machine
59 lines, 3 comments,
on Feb 15 10:06 PM 2008
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Fall before I arise.
Collapse before my presance.
by machine
23 lines, 3 comments,
on Jan 26 1:47 PM 2008. In Dark
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The pain in my life,
It is my gun and my knife,
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Little girl so lost and innocent,
People searching for just a sign of you.
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I hate this place,
The tomb that I did not choose.
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This city that is before me.
I want it; Its walls will be mine.
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Fall before me and die,
There is no other way,
by machine
33 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 18 6:22 PM 2007. In Dark
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Running through fields so sweet.
Dear darling; that sweet day we meet.
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Setting sail,
On the darkest sea,
by machine
53 lines, 9 comments,
on Dec 18 2:28 PM 2007. In Pain, Dark, Thoughts, Death, Suicide, Abstract, Escape, Self, Depressed
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At the cost of gold,
So much life lost,
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To those that need a hand.
To those that have to cry.
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Controlling you with my malevolent taint,
The drugs we give,
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