Riveting sounds blow a whistle tune
An engraved stone of past memories
Brought up from the sand
You need not remind me of a tortured soul
Or that dubious fool
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Break, a splinter of wood
A sly crevice, imerging heartless thoughts
And as I rot through my metallic flesh
Howling regrets linger near
Not that you deserve whats coming to you
Not that that makes it any less feasible to desire
I am rot
To
The
Bone
I am stealth, sizzling internal
You arent to view this little scene
Still you pin it on your wall
Of vivid memory
Now its all you see
My dark side.















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If God isn't dead, then I'll kill him myself.
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"God, we're off the rails,
now they drag me off in pieces." - elle-sophicles
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"I will make pilgrims of my fingers,"
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Then - uhm what happend?? I fell in LOVE yes, and soon I am going to marry a wonderful girl, and now look at my songs.
However, I´m mostly dard, and speaking from the dark side, I will hereby give you one of those cockies for which I know you would as happily go to hell as a pablovian dogs stomach begins rumbeling when hearing the operators bell.
I like it.!!
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M.psych Christof Lehmann
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If God isn't dead, then I'll kill him myself.
Awesomeness Bella
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I reject your reality and substitute my own - Adam - Mythbusters
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this one is really great!
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suddenly it's clear to see it's not them but me, who has lost my self-identity. As I try to hide behind my poetry
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"God, we're off the rails,
now they drag me off in pieces." - elle-sophicles
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"I will make pilgrims of my fingers,"
- ScarlettLetters :iconscarlettletters:
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