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Post by jabble524 on Jun 9, 2008 13:59:08 GMT 7
Victim to Villain Your pain is overwhelming And your suffering brutal Anger, insecurity, and confusion These emotions can lead to revenge You slowly become venomous As demons of hate grow inside you Misery loves company And you're making us reservations in hell The circle of violence continues Because killing, only leads to more killing You've spilled blood And given the demons of hate to another It doesn't have to be this way Frostbitten Sunsets Been paralyzed in a disguise That slashes my mentality And makes suicide a reality Depressed, haunted, and constricted As my sanity's twisted Frostbitten sunsets you insisted Persisted we'd find paradise Poisonous promises- I was falsely serenaded till I was jaded Then despair invaded Incarnate Venomous devils Caused my hallucinating dreams And excruciating screams Then left me trapped in existence By depression's persistence www.myspace.com/jabble524
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Post by AlmostOz on Jun 15, 2008 19:54:59 GMT 7
Very dark but I like them good work
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Post by jabble524 on Jun 8, 2010 9:50:52 GMT 7
Thanks. I appreciate it.
Romance awakens the unconscious And in heartbreak it never sleeps An insomnia of revelations Shattered promises, we swore to keep
Paper tigers and Icarus wings Fly to the sun, when the siren sings Oedipus eyes to navigate the maze False bravado, caught in the minotaur’s gaze
Your Prometheus Kiss Stole the fire from my heart The eagle is my friend But you tear me apart
Luscious lips and Freudian slips Red herrings lead me into loving arms Denial is the architect of illusion On a night of cold truth
Exiled connoisseur, of forbidden pleasures Scarlet letters carved in flesh Exploring ancient catacombs of the unconscious Searching for past lives and forgotten lovers Scattered throughout the sands of time
Vanquished virtuoso, piecing together fragmented memories And mysterious dreams, veiled in shadows Channeling abstract and elusive sensations To stimulate senses, no longer aroused By the narrow spectrum of consciousness
Scavenging the obscure corners Of the aficionado’s abandoned wasteland Looking for the path to serenity Tired legs and weary eyes wishing To be home in your heart
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