

come get me mother earthHello earth how are youcome get me mother earth
Why must you take
this last breath
so i may cease to exist I've done nothing unto you
but in return you take
And with out a fight
i just might give into you delight
but because you have done unto me
i will choose to stay and fight so give it your best shot
and see if you can crush and make me gasp
and make me feel deserving
this may not be what you want
but still its my last breath
to whisper those three words that i will never forget


someday you will be lovedSomeday You Will Be Loved lyricssomeday you will be loved
I once knew a girl In the years of my youth With eyes like the summer All beauty and truth In the morning I fled Left a note and it read Someday you will be loved.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret Cause each broken heart will eventually mend As the blood runs red down the needle and thread Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved Like you never have known The memories of me Will seem more like bad dreams Just a series of blurs Like I never occurred Someday you


corsetpull it tightercorset
so i cant breath pull thoes laces
untill you fingers bleed tighter you must
till i have a bust im not trying to hide
im trying to expose
whats inside
it must come out
so pull again i tell you till your fingers bleed till i cant breath
till i cant breath


forsakenby VNV Nationforsaken
I heard this girl one day.
She had these long, tight legs.
She said, "I get it every night,
and he calls me every day.
He'll leave you black and blue.
He'll rip you right in two,
then wake up in the morning,
and say "Who the hell are you?"
And then she turns to me and says "We know you.
Tell us some secrets, honey. We won't say a word."
But I say nothing, I talk to no-one.
I know what I believe. Don't need to wear it on my sleeve. &n


... always ...Lying here... always ...
face to face
sharing the same
Breath
you exhale
and i breathe
you into me
i could stay here
Forever
bodies pressed
Together
warming our skin
So close
but just far enough
to drive me crazy
i crave you
your kiss
and your touch
mean more to me
than i can
Explain
this need for you
that overflows
onto this page
Unimagineable  


WastedA lump of red amongst a bloody river, Beating, beating... That hollow shell silently throbbing; The sign of existance. Though somehow, impossibly, it pours liquid; Bleeding, dripping. Yet the pounding still continues forever, Inflicting life.Wasted
What is this organ Without the ability to love?
It is, like intended, A hollow muscle With no purpose but to pulsate. Love being neither vital Nor a necessity. Though yours if you want it.
For without the ability to love, The heart is wasted.


DustIt doesn't matter how I feel Because I can never healDust
I am the ghost that haunts your mind So you may never unwind I will do all I can to tear you apart For all the times you stomped on my heart When I'm around you I just
Feel as worthless as particles of dust I yearn to be free from your grasp And for time to begin to lapse So I may forget all you do So I may forget to hold on to you


moving on or standing still?Can you move on when your foot's stuck in the door? Can you leave the only thing you've been waiting for? Once you've seen perfection how can you just ignore all the wonderful things that could be in store? But here I sit still jaded thinking love is overrated. Marking time with these rhymes just so that I don't loose my mind, thinking thoughts of just one kind all day in and day out there's only one thing they're about and there's nothing I can do if all my thoughts are still of you. Is it fair to begin to care for someone who actually is there? &moving on or standing still?
| um well ya something like that,i hope ok well mabey not,but who would know oh me to. Ya i see your point then how about, I thought it was good,not like that. See how it works, It was just an idea. Just and idea or maybe its art who knows.......... just an idea |
it's very much appreciated. cheers!
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---Never stop looking for the beauty in everyday's life.---
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its not your fault i breath its mine for i can not stop
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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