FriendsLost sense with a malicious intent To sabotage; A vindictive friend Once gone they can't come back Unless forgiven for a momentary lapseFriends
How many times done unto me? And through these eyes do I come to see?
The real me, who I've come to be Trusting but forever in disbelief And what of you, Mr. true blue If ever in need "come to you"
But is that just another mistake too? Taken again by another promise renewed?
Self PortraitWhims and whistles blow and blown His thoughts and wishes never known Bottled up, locked and loaded away Rotten but, ripe in a so-so waySelf Portrait
Eyes are a window to the soul, So why do mine look so cold? Whole with holes, so hardly full
Emptiness and empty threats Seem a noose round my neck
Breath leaves next,here comes death Nothing left to bet,so I invest in debt
Then the light shines bright A plan devised to save a life Mine is mine, so why even try
Hide the thoughts, kill the brain? I brought the pain, will it be vain? &nb
Comfort?It is hard to imagine a feeling of annoyance, and the constant "threat" of awkward moments to actually be comforting. Of course it DOES happen. Perhaps it is merely a psychological anamoly, an equation of emotions that defies the "odds" or principles, if you will. Then again, it could go deeper, something to do with a socities attraction to trauma. However, for once, I disagree with this opinion. If it comforts you, in the spirit of self preservation, don't go and ruin something that comforts you. In lay terms, its fine if you want to keep around "that one annoying blonde girl."Comfort?
The Magic of NighVerse 1 They have said the pen is stronger than the sword but noneless is it stonger than the witness' word what does it mean to get to see an endothermic scope of reality time has come to the final hour the end of our tradgic historyThe Magic of Nigh
Chorus:
In the valley known as Genocide no murder lies unjustified to attest the magic of nigh
Verse 2 Don't look away the sentinels have came to march their raid
against the last Mage and they hungered for fear, amidst the pagan crusade The ghost of the Present whispers, was lending lenie
I'm Back
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If you don't need me,
Please believe me,
I'm going but I need a little time...
I promised I would drown myself in mystic heated wine.
hope all is well...i left a message on the messanger
hope ya got it!
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In conception,unbeknownst to you,
I attempted to paint my eyes blue.
Stare in the eyes, stare into the skies;
Let us ignore those nights of beloved lies.
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In conception,unbeknownst to you,
I attempted to paint my eyes blue.
Stare in the eyes, stare into the skies;
Let us ignore those nights of beloved lies.
--
In conception,unbeknownst to you,
I attempted to paint my eyes blue.
Stare in the eyes, stare into the skies;
Let us ignore those nights of beloved lies.
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