FreefallReflections of an embyronic ideology Revealed in the shadows of the mirrors of your heart As cold and unforgiving as the desert at night And thrice more kissed by all betwixt The painter and the artFreefall
Dawn breaks windows, Evening breaks hearts, And both solemn lovers loathe to part Lay down on the wrong sides of the bed
As cold and as harsh as the way you looked at me When I said that I wished it were false There were tears on your naked skin As you curled up in fear Of the truths you (and I) wished never be true And I could have sworn that I kissed you.
A Night's Walk By The SeaA NIGHT'S WALK BY THE SEAA Night's Walk By The Sea
Walk on razorblades with me tonight The sea and sky battle for the horizon And the dead kiss our outstretched hands As if they ever knew us Maybe you'll stumble, maybe you'll fall And be little ribboned strips And disregarded ash Or maybe, just maybe.
Maybe I'll shatter and fragment Scream condemnations Or curve my nature Curb my saturnine, cat'o'nine tailed words And just be as silent as the houses we pass As you keep treading softly on broken glass Still... Maybe, just maybe.
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Tonight... you...
RIP Mr. Ledger
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God loves metal, plan accordingly.
"General Loomis sir, please get down, we cannot spare you!"
"THERE ARE TIMES WHEN A LEAD GUITARISTS LIFE DOES NOT COUNT!"
*Blam!*
/Civil War Dork
//Do not remove me from the field untill this battle is decided!
Yeah, please ignore any and all "art" on my page; God I regret posting some of this shit now...
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- Jay
Yo.
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put him out
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We're on the same page. We're just reading it differently.
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