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deathtonight
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 @ 03:00pm

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	Gibberish or not? Ok...i'm going to post something...really really weird. I wrote it like...forever ago. I'd like you to tell me if it's gibberish or not. Dream wander from love Taste the wind the Sun was wine The summer colours Tell you not through the storm Though the sky roareth it Morning snow Like spring’s dark feast Yet come and leave evening secrets Ever sleep My breath, child, slip across the universe For less songs hear time Turn he warm like spirits Whispering with years As earth shall leap off shadowing planets Dance to the rain Ask winter if there are thousands of years to pass Life how you see red Is what stream, be, stealing These will deeply throw cold Day after day Here I am an hour greener Why relent the bloom about the week All have blown me out Him and I were there.

Posted: Thu May 18, 2006 @ 01:38am

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	I am not a dreamers dream I am not your sanity I am just a distant call Within a distant call I light a fire To your heart deep and wild I make the embers glow And fan the flame To waken you to the call I am not a dreamers dream I am not your sanity I am just a distant scream Within a distant call They call me the shadow That comes when you close your eyes In the dark night I am the childish voice who Terrifies you of silence I am not a dreamers dream I am not your sanity I am just a distant tear Within a distant tear

deathtonight
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 @ 07:43pm

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	Turn around Catch a glimps Of something falling From the skyline Something wrong Falling fast Looks like dead weight With a spot of red Gentle dove Hit the ground Quiet crunch Of breaking bones Don't worry That didn't hurt it It was dead Long before

Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 @ 09:40pm

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	Every Every time I turn around Your ghostly image remains But the glimps I was hoping To steal is not the same I want to see you real I want to touch you But every time I turn around The image is all I see Every time I see a mirror And look into my own eyes Something remains That isn't what I am You, it is you my dear I want to see you real But every time I see a mirror Your ghost is all I know Every time I sit and think Thoughts cascade back into blank And memories invade my mind Of what we used to be I just want to touch you But you're floating out of reach And every time I sit and think I miss you

deathtonight
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 @ 10:00pm

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	Sweet Silence Have you ever met sweet silence? She lives around the corner from a happy melody and across from the last strains of a funeral march.

Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 @ 12:13am

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	Label If you talk to much they call you an extrovert If you only say afew words a day you're called an introvert If you talk to the teacher more than most they call you teacher's pet If you don't talk to the teacher they call you uncooperative If you smile at everything they say you're hiding something If you frown too much they say you're depressed If you play sports they call you a jock If you learn they call you a nerd If you wear black they call you goth If you wear pink they call you girly If you weigh more than the norm they call you fat If you weigh less than the norm they call you anorexic If you throw a punch they call you violent If you don't throw the puch they call you a door mat All I want to know is What gives them the right

deathtonight
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 @ 08:42pm

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	Soft touch and go thinking in the middle of the night. Things aren't right here. The smell is funny, soft...metallic. The dreamlings have come. Trying to bring me away again. Something tells me not to go. Confused, blurry thoughts. Try to bring them to focus...like drowning. Like sinking into the water, the cold depths. Can't breath...but then they leave. Does this mean something worse? Am I drowning or burning? Burning at the stake...like a witch of evil magic.

Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2006 @ 08:26pm

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	Eyes wide open Have you ever looked into your own eyes? Into the mirror? Most people just look at the mirror, they don't take the time to see what is hidden. Some say that this will drive you insane. Those are the ones who fear. Some say that this will give you divinity. These are the ones who think too highly of themselves. I say that it will help you live.

deathtonight
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 @ 02:22pm

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	Forever Forever, it's supposed to be a long time. But sometimes it isn't long enough. "It's only forever, not long at all" ~David Bowie

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