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PandemoniumSometimes I ask myself questions, not in a self-conscious sort of manner though. I ask myself questions to verify my identity. Simple questions, complex questions, rhetorical questions, they all share a reason and a variable, but the word variable is too mechanical sounding. I prefer the term unknown for it's fluid sound. I normally question myself in complete silence, when the wickedness of the world is muffled by the sound of my lungs expanding and collapsing, with my heart beating an aboriginal symphony of simplicity quietly beneath my chest. Then, and only then, when nothing outside of myself is acknowledged does the door to my private inPandemonium
by ~h0rror
lowersworn to a broken ballad melody and ruin sing quietly a sigh of unfathomable depths through the wind bending the sharpest blades of grass shattering stones and withering leaves the dust that was once mortality beneath the cold grey ocean colors of life stir like thoughts. they twist and blur, drawing a shroud Wild with energy sending ash to the sky; witness to the beauty of a beating heartlower
by ~h0rror
etoileAgainst this lime green wall; beneath flickering fluorescent bulbs the smoke says that time has no hold over this place. This is what I remember.etoile
I remember the storm. I stood in the courtyard for some time, taking the storm from this moment and forcing it into eternity with me. There was nothing the rain could not offer me, there was nothing the thunder could not shake, and there was nothing the lightning could not illuminate. I felt submerged when I followed the bricks around me, the towering walls of the courtyard had this dark intention; to drown me. The rain did not gather on the ground, the grass was still soft and
by ~h0rror
AnemoneGhastly and hollow was Anemone's drooping head with eyes half closed and darkened lids of lead, a halo of blank stares adorn each aching sphere Secluded in darkness, accompanied by fear. She hung like a testament of will Dancing with tempests in fitful trill. Folding over each layer that is life Blank pages and possibilites in eternal strife Ianthe, angel apostate, bearing quill and ink down to Anemone, who dwindleth on string "Sweet child, abolish your twisting binds, Remove yourself from yourself, open your eyes." Striking the night sky, parting cloud and star CriAnemone
by ~h0rror
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- Current Residence: US
- Interests: Life, death, and whatever might reside between the two
- Favourite movie: The Fountain, Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: apc, the black dahlia murder, rush
- Favourite genre of music: rock, melodic death metal, disco
- Favourite artist: Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: Poe, or Sylvia Plath
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- Personal Quote: "Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well." -Plath
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Welcome To My World, Please Leave Yer Sanity At The Door.
ill be watching
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If i dont, make your heart, skip a beat, than hate me.
If i dont, make you feel, anything, than its me.
I just want, you to feel..
Beautiful,
For once in your life.
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When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When i became a man, I put childish ways behind me.
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odoru odoru, nemurasete to odoru...
踊る踊る、眠らせてと踊る。。。
GAZEluv...
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