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Post by shamefulsean on Dec 14, 2005 4:57:15 GMT -5
at thus is the chaos that lives within the mirror. the mirror..always broken, never shines more than distort.... angels to some, demons to others.
and the moment of the knife, before it plunges, after it is known... in between life and death... this photgraph carved in stone, is another shard in puzzle.
who knew you could buy someones death, in a picture, at a flea market for, well 75 cents...and maybe your soul.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Dec 16, 2005 16:37:19 GMT -5
Give it up, tear me down shatter my screams bring the hatred and die in peace.
Will you waste me? Give me lip and you'll be split.
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Claire
Demon Disciple
You are drinking from your glass of life while mine is long time empty.
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Post by Claire on Jan 17, 2006 18:06:50 GMT -5
Look at that sneer, see it falter, Shattered by the silence emerging from within. Only thus far your life can be altered, For there's no escape when you face the unseen.
You fill your cracks with ice, Summoning the apathy to ease the seething pain. Yet my glass imitates your every vice, And your truth is a permanent stain.
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Post by Time_Spinner on Jan 28, 2006 18:58:16 GMT -5
But Truth is just an honest lie to tie with in a tainted sigh of darkened light and shattered peace to bring my memory with the dead.
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 22, 2007 15:22:03 GMT -5
Life is a mirror, And i don't like what i see...
Pure hatred, And Darkness, Swelling up in me...
Being drowned in my own fear, Nothing to really keep me here, But in the end i persever...
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Post by Time_Spinner on Oct 22, 2007 19:30:51 GMT -5
Most who claim to preserver destroy themselves most bodily contempt dripping, breathing, heartache bleeding finality shattering into the infinite void.
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Post by Substance on Jul 8, 2009 5:06:51 GMT -5
the reflection between, the living and the dying, the seen and unseen. life is a mirror, we shall gaze on the truth, our visions distorted, by pain in our youth
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Lychalis
Demon Disciple
Into darkness travels a night heron's scream.
Posts: 368
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Post by Lychalis on Jul 9, 2009 14:48:36 GMT -5
the truth sears through you shattered visions replay hidden ugliness in cruelty. Sharp memories slice through you like daggers.
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