

Life or freedom?As just a hint of sarcasm crests over the horizon, the manyLife or freedom?
lies you speak will erupt in explosive glory. Reason slips away, dulling the senses, another distraction from the darkness
brooding inside.
Your subliminal rage is no longer so subtle.
As humanity succumbs to the chaos, (On wings born of desperation) I'll fly into the sun. The days will pass and memories will fade.
Your hatred will die with me, and everything will be as it once was...
Quiet.
An eye for an eye. Merely a lie for the feeble mind. A soul fo


Another Additiontoday has progressed, right through me. like a key through lock, but without that comforting "click" transfixed on the moment of genuine dispair. more than ever, I ask, why?Another Addition
Is there chance at redemption? Will this veil be removed, so that I may see the world through my own eyes again?
That which is born of anger, grows into sorrow. Can this be wiped clean? Can this be redone?
When the answers surface, I'll sleep better. when the world finishes it's final rotation, I'll be gone. no more than a whisper on the wind...or the sand in your shoes. Irr


DescentYour swollen discontent rips open this scar on which we stand.Descent
Like the distorted visions seen while staring
through your opaque surface, Nothing is unclear anymore. More or less...
...disturbing.
As the last
cloud sets on fire, your entity is consumed by greed and
hate.
Spread your wings, only to have them fall apart. Your discontented sigh will wipe the pallette clean, as the armaggedon rips the marrow from your bones.
Cursed by the saints, We'll burn in hell.
You and I.


No cigar.Reaching out for that one lastNo cigar.
morsel of instinct.
The myth of survival:
Weaving through the intricate layers of life.
Lied to at every turn. Wasted potential.
Mislead by the refraction.
As the commode rinses out, game over.
Try again?
Welcome to reality. The myth of happiness
has you trapped.
much luv!!
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~ TeQuaR
No one said it would be easy, they just promised that it would be worth it.
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Shane.
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White walls, white floors, small rooms.
After sedatives they become ballrooms.
-My escape.
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White walls, white floors, small rooms.
After sedatives they become ballrooms.
-My escape.
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