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'Wish Me Dead ...'Wish me dead if you desire, If your hatred takes you there Quench the pits of your inner fire, Rip my beating heart out if you dare.'Wish Me Dead ...'
Touch my soul and make it yours Torment it in your dungeon cold, Drag it to the highest tower Leave it there for time untold.
Make me scream your name in terror, Or in a lover's whispered moan, Bring me to your blood-soaked alter, Carve my flesh down to the bone.
Hurt me with no sword nor blade If your hatred knows no bounds, Cold indifference was surely made To drag me to the Hell you found. &nb


"He Will Come Home"Hot water flowed over her shoulders in cascades as the knots were eased from her tired muscles, she didn't cry, but stared ahead of her at the tiled wall, noticing the inconsistency in the grouting, some of the tiles were slightly misaligned, her thoughts went past the flaws in her wall and to her predicament; she'd managed once again to alienate herself from the one person in the world who she could foresee herself with."He Will Come Home"
Closing her eyes and feeling the fear build up in her once again, doubts shot through her mind, believing that he'll not come back this time, he's gone, she's finally driven him away with her moments


Insanity of the Wolfin my darkest moments the wolf within bays it's madness, howls with misery and anguish ... blood-lust mixes with the insane urge to recover, to return, to be human again, the deep despair into which i am plunged time and time again is maddening, it is pain and humiliation... it is a disease which must be contained ... my madness is my curse, and i heed nothing but my own twisted desires. death be to those who deem me unworthy, death be to those who see me as a curse ... in madness i am more animal than human and i strive to protect those i care for from my anger, from my temper, from the howling wolf within ... there is nothing worse than toInsanity of the Wolf
| Spring Cleaning ... Old Deviations have been cut and New ones might be uploaded ... |
| What is there to be said of a human being, who is like all others of the same race? Who lives, breathes and walks the planet ... I am but the same as all others ... there is nothing to set me apart from the billions of others ... therefore whatever i shall write has been written before, and whatever i think has been thought before ... There is no longer a set of features to set me apart from the vast crowds ... there's no longer anything to hide me from the hungry eyes of the masses ... *and I'm being over-poetical too early in the morning* on second thought ... being a writer, i am entitled to being poetical ... and being passionate about music has also enhanced that natural tendency into something monstrous ... |
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GozU Teh Godly Redeemer DooD!
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You fill me up with an everlasting joy.
A joy that calls upon butterflies,
That flutter away with my despair.
Through the window that was once hidden behind curtains,
That now let in the sun~
<3
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Andreas Resch - Nature Photographer
`n
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i'm a million different people from one day to the next.
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