Exerpt from New Moon:

"Bella..."
I smiled and exhaled.
Yes? I didn't answer out loud, for fear that the sound of my voice would shatter the beautiful illusion. He sounded so real, so close. It was only when he was disapproving like this that I could hear the true memory of his voice--the velvet texture and the musical intonation that made up the most perfect of all voices.
"Don't do this," he pleaded.
You wanted me to be human, I reminded him. Well, watch me.
"Please. For me."
But you wont stay with me any other way.
"Please." It was just a whisper in the blowing rain that tossed my hair and drenched my clothes--making me as wet as if this were my second jump of the day.
I rolled up onto the balls of my feet.
"No, Bella!" He was angry now, and the anger was so lovely.
I smiled and raised my arms straight out, as if I were going to dive, lifting my face into the rain. But it was too ingrained from years of swimming at the public pool-- feet first, first time. I leaned forward, crouching to get more spring...
And I flung myself off the cliff...

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Oh, the torment bred in the race,
The grinding scream of death,
and the stroke that hits the vein,
The hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief,
the curse no man can bear,

But there is a cure in the house,
and not outisde it, no,
not from others but from them,
their bloody strife. We sing to you,
dark gods beneath the earth.

Now hear, you blissful powers underground--
answer the call, send help.
Bless the chlidren, give them triumph now.
- Aeschylus, The Libation bearers

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Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that thought they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.
- William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude

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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

-Robert Frost, Fire and Ice

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We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
into the earth like a message.

-AFI, "But home is nowhere..."

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Small. Simple. Safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I am not afraid to bleed, and ********, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
Whats left but a section of pygmy sized cuts?
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted ********
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand ********?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill and spill over and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a ******** knife...

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::...::::THE 10 COMMANDMENTS OF A CHEMICAL ROMANCE::...::::

1. Thou shall not put a gun to thy lover's head
2. Thou will be willing to die for love
3. Thou shall seek revenge on those who wrong you
4. Thou shall be a demolition lover
5. Thou shall realease the bats
6. Thou shall protect thy lover from everything (even vampires)
7. Thou shall respect the lord, Gerard
8. Thou shall sing the holy hymns of the chemical romance
9. Thou shall see beauty in bloody romance
10.Thou shall rock hard
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