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valar morghulis IIjellyfish,
the nameless one.
the nameless one.
the nameless one.
in the end, all men must die.
A escuridão devaneia seguidamente,
Procurando uma finalidade absoluta,
Estabelecendo o desprazer contínuo,
A dura realidade imunda dessa noite.
Tristeza, um gole para seguir em frente,
Essa prisão indefinida que me atormenta,
Essa aflição necessária para o descontrole,
Eu mergulhado na multidão, isolado.
Essa impossibilidade de viver na luz,
O vazio preenche o que eu não sinto,
Uma música, o choro silencioso e a dor,
Refugiado no próprio ego e na solidão.
A Woman To Die ForI would die for the warmth of her next to me, snuggled so close, so firm; Her hair glowing in the shifting pale light of the tv, teasingly peeking out of the dark like a three-year-old angel playin' peek-a-boo; A smile that eclipses the world, laughter that heals the deepest of wounds, velvet skin, a melting touch:
A woman To die for
Her hair gently tickles my chest, her heavy breath, deep with sleep, caresses.
I dare not move, dare not disturb, not the slightest; if only forever, if only for a moment, my life for her peace.
No words, no sounds, no art; nothing comes close, nothing can touch; no prayer, no God, not even, not ever.
I Was The ChildI was the child born into a world of hate.
I was the child tormented by his fate.
I was the child you tortured and abused.
I was the child that everyone used.
I was the child who was always played.
The child who befriended a razor blade.
I was the child who was always depressed.
I was the child always wishing to be dead.
I was the child was bullied and teased.
The child who was beaten till he fell on his knees.
I was the child who picked up a knife.
I was the child who ended his life.
I am the child you buried last night.
The child who's face will haunt you every night.
I was the child born into a world of hate.
I was the child
Emo BoyEmo boy, all alone.
Pretty girl, always on the phone.
Ugly girl, who hates her looks.
Clever girl, with her nose in her books.
Fat girl always wanting food.
Gangster boy, always trying to act rude.
Chav girl, so impressed by her voice.
Gay boy, who likes other boys.
Emo boy, don't end your life.
Gangster boy, just put down the knife.
Gay boy, it'll be alright.
Fat girl, you don't have to diet.
Ugly girl, you look just fine.
Chav girl, please don't waste my time.
Pretty girl, you've got a spot.
Clever girl, some say you're hot.
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollect
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