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DREAMS

For given dreams I have forsaken my own. A night with limitless souls and breathtaking adventures. I drank to those who have forgotten how to smile, and thought nothing of myself. Maybe I was just laughing at who I was or was I just happy to be alive. I have forgotten myself and left whot I could do. For nights I can think of many who I love, miss, and desire. I love those who will forever be in my life. I miss those who never think of me nor my name, and I desire whot I will never see nor touch. When I dream nothing is forgotten or forsaken, so when I wake up there should always be something to look forward to, and nothing to feel forsaken.


THE IMPORTANCE OF MISUNDERSTANDING

Tormented peices of youth destroy me, as I lay beside my dying corpse to remember the hate I have for life. I gripped the reality of it with nothing, but a blank thought of idiosy.
Why do I try to understand? Is it because I have nothing else to believe in, but ones true self. Is ones true self truth at all.
I try to find reason in my thoughts of anguish, but I am always driven to hatred or sadness.
I died that night without a reckioning of why I was lost because there wasn't one. I just plainly got tired of hating who I am or what I was.
Don't greeve for me when you see my body just kiss the forehead, and be on your way. In the process of my existance I was missled to believe I was important.

MY OWN EVIL

I sit with an open chest
Raping the insides of a bloody mess
Walking through the puddles
Spitting in the face of a stupid society
Fuck being like everyone else
Everyone else wants to be me
My own God is myself
I walk the destiny you can't see
As you shoot a hole in your head
I put a cup under the blood flow
Sit back sip it and laugh
The poison of your miserable life
Flowing down my throat
It cools my soul and burns my brain
Your sick and I am your future
No lust in this love
Just pure hatred

Sight for sore Hearts

Accidently spilled your blood
For it's excuse to quiver before you
Creeping slightly by
Dashing towards the withering cold
A cold chill embraces you
Feeling death's breath on your neck
"Come with me to the dark" It whispers
While your eyes close
And your heart slows
Only one darkness can bring the light
As you watch it boldly glare
The eyes of rage
Wanting to follow your eyes
The eyes of an angel
And the voice of a harp
To guide Death's hands off your chest
Just glimpse at what is before you
And what you see is true