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Now this sounds really stupid but I'd throw my life away to even catch a single glance coming from your way. You fill my heart with triumph you..

A fallen angel dances in her dress of grey, Under a moonlit sky. The stars cry tears of silver the moon weeps tears of blood, for the fallen daug..

The bleeding never stops. blood flows so freely- from thsoe unwillign to shed it- and yet- for someone who wants it, craves it, it stalls. Is b..

My heart is ever beating to my funeral song. The beat steadily increases marching with the funeral throng. My heart is still beating, beating w..

Silver, Shiny in the places where the smudges and blood have been wiped clean, I've been cleaning it for years. Ever since it got this way, since I..

The graves sit silent upon the hill their tombstones telling stories grey and somber like the stones inside their walled in home. When one walks i..

When I wrote this a friend of mine had just lost somebody close to the war overseas.

>Just for the record, I don't have children seeing as how I am only 16.

There her coffin awaits her as she lies on her death bed in silent pain. There is her casket slowly arriving as she trembles with pain. Ther..

Passing scenes of ice as freezing as the scorn of fate. This RIOT of fear on the slick and icy roads of life where you cannot see ahead nor behi..