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Black No.9I bare the scares for all to see. I bare the scares only for me. The flesh is cut, it heals back. The heart is cut, it heals black. What’s less is more and more is less. How much more of this when life’s a mess? I cover my head with a large black hood. I close my eyes, one last time for good.Black No.9
by =thingswentbackwards
She didn't believe me.We argued all night, she didn’t believe me. I screamed and I cussed, she didn’t believe me. I swore to God almighty and on my mother’s grave. Would you believe, she didn’t believe me. We argued all night and into the day, yet she didn’t believe me. I promised and swore and told her the truth, Yet, like all the others, she didn’t believe me. I asked her what part she not understood. Yet she just could not, would not believe me. Now I am covered in blood, I wonder if she believes me?She didn't believe me.
by =thingswentbackwards
Say the wordsSay the words! Why can’t you just say the words?Say the words
To mend a heart, To stop the blood, Yet you cannot say the words.
My minds a wreck, my souls been sold, The day is lost, just say the words.
To calm a fear, To stop the tears, Yet you cannot say the words.
What’s left of life? What’s left of me? Why not just say the words.
To heal the pain, To help the dying, why don’t you say the words?
The night is coming, Death is on it's way. All of this would be no more, if you would just said t
by =thingswentbackwards
To Win The BattleI went to war to fight the battles, To save me from what really mattersTo Win The Battle
To myself I must be true I fought and fought, I thought I was though.
Thru ever twist and turn and hollow Only more just seemed to follow.
The struggles, they all just took their time But further and further I fell in slime.
My twisted, tortured, soul of mine It’s rotten, sickly, its smell of swine.
I tore and bite and gouged and spit. Just to find me in the pit.
To save me from what really matters, I fought and fought all the battles.
by =thingswentbackwards
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From my passive ways. What I need
Is for you To protect me All of my days. Protect me From your filthy touch. Protect me From your ice-cold heart. Protect me For because of you I'm falling apart. Because of you I'm dead to even me, I can't eat, sleep, or b
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Soup of the DayMy nimble fingers grace your neck. Choke the air; kill the life. Your limp corpse falls to the floor. I flay the flesh off with a knife.Soup of the Day
I mutilate your mass of rot. Muscle, skin, bone, and blood. I make you more beautiful than you’ve ever been. Human soup in a porcelain tub.
by ~Flesh-Etched-Heart
AppleShe's a little, wormed apple who holds her own demise so close to her core. It'll feed on her from the inside, working its way through her soft tissue, through her tough skin. It causes her to rot. Soon, the bruises will surface, decay will set in, and her dear little worm will crawl out from her empty, useless shell. What'll she do then? Poor apple. Will she throw herself from her branch? Hit the ground hard (empty case sore). No one's gonna want to eat her. No one will dare pick her up. No sampling of her taste (horrid juice). She's nApple
by ~Flesh-Etched-Heart
KillerThe innocent waysKiller
that he once knew look up at him through
frightened eyes. Teeth scared shut
no longer can see words that could make her free.
He'll make them all lies. As he seeps through her skin,
her eyes inwardly weep,
spilling secrets they keep
into her empty insides. So she swallows all guilt,
while he downs a cold beer. In drunkenness and fear,
innocence dies.
by ~Flesh-Etched-Heart
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- Current Residence: somewhere in time and space
- Interests: photos, drawing, blackness
- Favourite movie: anything dark
- Favourite genre of music: anything dark
- Favourite poet or writer: poe
- Favourite photographer: death itself
- Operating System: xp pro
- MP3 player of choice: winamp
- Shell of choice: the shell which is my skin
- Wallpaper of choice: black and cold as ice
- Skin of choice: the skin which is my shell
- Favourite game: roasting my heart in fire
- Favourite gaming platform: pc/ xbox/playstation 2
- Personal Quote: if you give your heart to someone it will be broken
- Tools of the Trade: what use to be my mind, canon sureshoot, photoshop
- MSN: wheneverwhateverwhoever@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: bzmwx9@yahoo.com
- Skype: <br><a href="http://www.maploco.com/view.php?id=2796268"><img border=0 src=
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I refuse to stop doing what i love just b/c its not cool!
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chibi-katiexsasori song [link]
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*alucardsblood made my icon
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my truble twin ~HappilyEvil
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MUSIC IS ART!!
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backwards into nothing
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