but will find a way to get something on here ASAP.
feeling blah lately. maybe some crazily colorful pictures to lighten the mood?


TheBeautifulWorldofBeingDeadThis wretched world, I feel so sick, I cannot find relief. Inside my lonely chest, my heart, Decaying with disease. Unholy screaming in my head, So sick of all your lies. Your soul is cursed with pretty words, When will you realize? This night, in silent solitude, In moonlight, I depart, For final peace, for sweet release, To soothe my wretched heart. My tears fall, silent, on the earth, I close my eyes and pray. I pour my blood out on the ground, The light begins to fade. One final breathe, the kiss of death, I slip into the dark. No lTheBeautifulWorldofBeingDead


Forget Me...I will never be your victim. You look at me and all you see is hate. You will never know,Forget Me...
You will never know who I am. You blame me for your misery, The tears and pain you fake. Don't use me to hide your disease. Don't blame me for what you have become. Endless lies, you'll never stop. You'll never make it end. I'm sick of words, like poison, That bleed out from your throat. Miss me, Hate me, Forget me. I never want to see your face again.


Sleep TightSleep tight, darling. Each night we slip into our silent heads On opposide sides of the world, And your heart calls to mine From your distant side, And my fingers outstreched Can almost feel your sweet breathe. You haunt my dreams, Your sweetness so close. I pray the day will never come when I wake And your image fades away. I pray when I wake you'll be by my side, Sunlight and shadows on your skin, Messy hair so precious, so careless, Taking away the breathe from my chest. Open eyes, the first sweet kiss. Buried in love, wrapped in warmth anSleep Tight


like a writerAsh was an artist with too many dreams. she spent her days skipping school and walking over broken bridges to lonely places no one cared to go.like a writer
Aiden was the shadowed ghost of all his broken dreams. he sat on tiled bathroom floors bleeding out his problems with icy razors. and then he met Ash.
Ash made his days into dark lovely dreams. he tried to catch her twisted onyx eye he wrote love notes in his skin and sent her black roses and called her when he knew she was not home he screamed her name out when he was alone maybe she wasn't listening &nb
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My and Vulkanette's website: [link]
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xXx....we dance in dark suspension....xXx
hey come check out my gallery plz? if you like dark romantic poetry ^_^
[link] made my icon ^_^
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xXx....we dance in dark suspension....xXx
hey come check out my gallery plz? if you like dark romantic poetry ^_^
[link] made my icon ^_^
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xXx....we dance in dark suspension....xXx
hey come check out my gallery plz? if you like dark romantic poetry ^_^
[link] made my icon ^_^
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xXx....we dance in dark suspension....xXx
hey come check out my gallery plz? if you like dark romantic poetry ^_^
[link] made my icon ^_^
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