Scent of sinYou sink into the sands as purpouse drains away embracing the warmthScent of sin
of a harsh winter day
Seperated by pages from your book as your story twists and turns waiting for your final hook As every last word begins to burn
As you delve deep within The taste on you lips becomes the scent of sin with every healing kiss burning on your skin your incinerated within
this may be the final taste, the final breath, the final scream, and the last word.
TornClosed my eyes Lost deep in thought Torn by echoing dreams you'll just turn and fade awayTorn
In my endless night i dreamt of stars You just burned your way into my memory Bringing tears to my eyes and blinding my mind
MY mind torn my body shaken i dont know what to believe
anymore I dont want to believe anymore
My one escape was sleep but you tore through my mind and into my dreams to fade and dissapear
My dream is never over echos of reality through empty halls of doubt
you immo
Death by ButterfliesIf you only knew what I'd sacrafice to watch you die. Empty out your lungs and watch your breath flutter to the sky like on the rapid unsteady wings of the stutter of butterflies...Death by Butterflies
Again With The Heart BreakFor in the multitude of dreams, there are those who love. Without tears, may my screams echo through these darkened city streets. Lift my eyes to the mist of this disaster, to the image of jealousy. Every kiss carried from your lips to mine on 4 wings of heart break. Deep inside, posionious arrows destruct these feelings, killing a third part of me. My eyes shall not spare. Violence has risen up and blossomed in these pale roses that bleed their tears that once colored them red. Horror shall lace their vines and deepen their roots into the breaking earthAgain With The Heart Break
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...I am the thing that darkness fears...
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"May the beards of your enemies grow inwards."
December is here, and the year is nearly over. In just a couple of weeks we'll be heading into a new year full of promise. May the final weeks of 2004 be full of joy, peace, and hope for the new year!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!
"Xmas time is the only time when belief in a fat burglar, tiny little people with pointy ears, and an omisiant stalker watching to see if your bad or good is not considered crazy."
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