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A whisper in a stormlightning flashes. like the days between my nights and the thunder echoes. like the bad thoughts from my heart. the storm rolls on my life goes on.A whisper in a storm
And now the rain falls forth. as many as the sins of yesterday. while the fog rolls in, clouding up my judgment. and the wind howls louder than my cries for help. and waters wash away the earth as my faith crumbles.
This storm could be the death of me. amisdt the torrent, vengeful is my torment. Alone I stand on the horizon. waiting for the sun to rise.
The pulse o
by ~depthsofmysoul
QueenofheartsandaceofspadesA queen of hearts and an Ace of spades fluttered to the floor.Queenofheartsandaceofspades
the rest of the deck flutter no more.
removed from time the pair did please to live by whim and whim alone. Not a caring, no sins to atone. All was joy and dance and they stood not a chance the deck they did leave, high hopes they had hand in hand and side by side and all th' dreams they had shattered when they hit the floor.
by ~depthsofmysoul
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Untouched ThoughtI would not ask for everything, just something that would satisfy. I would ask for nothing, for the world would never lie.Untouched Thought
I would ask for friendship, though loss creates pain. This moment of hardship, may be difficult to sustain.
I would ask for love, but would it ever last? One must observe from above, deriving an opinion from the past.
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AddictionBlank eyes staring, but do not see. Mind diving deeper, not feeling clearly.Addiction
Mouth agape.
Hands tied. Brain raped. Dreams dried.
Words only uttered with simplistic stutters, I try again to breathe. But after thinking hard, my thoughts are charred. My heart a withered tree.
Discolored its leaves, Broken its limbs. I fear I'll never dance again.
Fluid the motions, Outshining the wind. But still it stays my wayward friend.
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The focus remains the same. Everything all comes ba
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- Current Residence: in the hardwear store buying lighter fluid
- Interests: God, Girls, Guns, Rock n Roll, Reading writing
- Favourite movie: Pulp Fiction
- Favourite band or musician: Nighwish, The Cars, The Eagles, Ozzy Osbourne
- Favourite genre of music: symphonic metal and Eighties rock
- Email: mymindisburning@yahoo.com
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