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What are we?And I am alive... Admist blows and the pain, I find something real, something alive, Something worth breathing for, something worth fighting for, Something worth believing in,What are we?
Instincts fight to live The body lives to survive, As time sips through the eternal sieve, I finally realize...
We are not all dead inside.
by ~Arethoes
JunkieThe fool lies with baited breath to taste the drink that is death never found such a sweeter drug then when he feels that familiar tugJunkie
In consenquence and action does he derive the only pleasure in which he's alive Only a moment, but it lasts for days only a touch, but forever it stays
Bound to him in vicelike grip this addiction from which he sips a love for which he cannot deny A craving he'll have until he dies
And die he will, in part to blame his soul which could not be tamed a fighting surge,to rise and win to become what had n
by ~Arethoes
Daisies on a MoundThe eyes turn as the voices whisper,Daisies on a Mound
but it’s empty, everything’s gone. The walls are red and bare,
the only decoration, this song. Fear has vanished, as has joy. desolation is the new décor. A rhyme like this is only fitting,
after the muscles have torn.
The ship has sailed, But the anchor is down, Slowly dragging into the ground.
What’s left is a husk, a shell if you will, a hopeless gap, a gaping hole. Addiction craves a void,
and It feasts upon a soul. Misery kicks in, desperate attempts,
by ~Arethoes
The LostHere I lie, awake at night,The Lost
Tormented by my fright, Of losing that which I hold so close. And losing that means losing you, And all that I hold as true, Will disappear, lost in the night.
There's no such thing as selfless love And God is not up above, Looking down or watching out.
I once was lost, I still am, Never to be found again. Heaven comes to take its own, And leaves the rest all alone.
by ~Arethoes
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In EntropyAs barren as the sea, roiling endless and turning, I am here. The sun like a blessing; hurts, and I'll start at the end so you mark it: I die.In Entropy
Cycles abound, cycles, circles, and like chess there is an equality to
movement, the same two moves and an exponential growth. A winking trump, legs
crossed over an unclosing wound.
The hall and mirrors, a nascent Republic founded, failed. Bleeding with the ordered chaos that birthed it.
A bridge, a mirror, a sun-wracked plane; things are building. I'm at a gap in a suit on a windy day
by ~altruisticlies
Anti-MatterPeople with dreams and people with priorities always seem to rule the majority hopes shattered goals battered sometimes it seems what you do doesn't matterAnti-Matter
Worriful screams erupting from the masses always heard from buildings and from classes dreams broken plans spoken though not carried out except through a pout
what we want what we need what we know all turns to greed
what we want what we need what we believe becomes our creed
just live then
by ~Angerous
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- Current Residence: um... hell?
- Interests: ...
- Favourite movie: Sweeney Todd, is completely 1337... That means awesome
- Favourite band or musician: Lets see... guns n roses, ACDC, Simon and Garfunkle metallica... you know, the good stuff
- Favourite genre of music: a little bit of everything
- Favourite artist: Tonbo87 and CataclysmX
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar
- Operating System: Xp
- MP3 player of choice: psp
- Favourite game: Legend of Dragoon/FFVII/FFVIII/Bioshock/Halo... shall go on
- Favourite cartoon character: anything looney tunes/ or good anime
- Personal Quote: Yeah... That was my fault.
- Tools of the Trade: My sick,dark, tortured, yet surprisingly optimistic mind
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- Email: Arethoes@hotmail.com
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You like my style hum?
I like your site as well, will take a look later ^.^
P.S. The Preview of Insanity is nice
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Once upon a time...
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Over or under, to heaven or hell,
The offer remains, my soul to sell.
If the deed I commit, Damned I may be,
To rot away, in purgatory.
The Sins of Lavitz Carter
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"Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane...
They say sing while you slave and I just get bored"
-Bob Dylan, "Maggie's Farm"
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Alex Moor
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Over or under, to heaven or hell,
The offer remains, my soul to sell.
If the deed I commit, Damned I may be,
To rot away, in purgatory.
The Sins of Lavitz Carter
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