

All is GoneOh, how she wishes she could just shut the door and screaming would stop its torment on her mind. But as she turns to look in the broken mirror all she sees is the whore with the smudged eyeliner, dripping tears down her ruddy cheeks. She reaches out to touch a shard of the crystal glass and bleeds the ink of the authors pen. The youthful dreams are gone and leave nothing behide but times dust. She has become what she was destined to be nothing. If only she could just reach out for the helping hand, desperately searching, searching... But all is gone, For she is much more different nAll is Gone


Corrupted TelevisionCorrupted Television Life is like a television screen during a storm Little black, gray, white dots running franticly and making a lot of noise Chaos runs their path and they follow without even a look back They are all doomed from birth into the cruel world But, what if one stopped in the never ending chase for happiness? They just stop and open their eyes to the world around them They see past the hate and sorrow and read between the lines of their fate They block everyone behind them and they angrily swerve around and ahead But the one stops and actually breathesCorrupted Television
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8U SMELLS LIKE MADNESS.
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"I'm just looking for an angel with a broken wing."~Jimmy Page
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JAK AR EN FESTIS
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Ask me about my faith in Christ.
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Vi Veri Veriversum Vivus Vici
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I need something good to die for
To make it beautiful to live.
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