Archive for March, 2013


To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

— Macbeth, William Shakespeare 

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I am the broken

The heart spoken

The love choken

The dead

And bloody red

With a bullet in my head

Runing away from the shit the normal people said

So emotionally currupt

That everytime I find love

It ends so aburupt

Trying to find my own mind

So lost

Can’t get away from the pain

It’s driving me just a little insane

Dancing in this rain

With emotions that I can’t even name

It’s all just so very confusing

But to everyone else it seems to be so amusing

So give the jack cause I wanna just keep on losing

I’m losing my mind

Everything I ever had

I am sad

Or am I a little glad


Where am I now in this valley of my mind

Looking for myself but I got no self to find

Screaming, the images of blood gleaming

It’s seeming so peacful and choatic

Where am I now?

Dead in heaven or in hell

I have no soul so it’s hard to tell

…..all I hear is

…….a ….bell?

O, I’m in my room

With blood on my wrist

And what used to be my beating heart in her fist….

I wish….. I … had never came to exist.

— Author Unknown

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heartMy eyes are dead 
My hands red

My knuckles massive
My anger passive

My hate unmatched
My pity unhatched

My head deranged
My ways never changed

All call me strange
But maybe I’m just widely ranged

So can you find me?

— Author Unknown

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One eye is black 
One eye is white 
But both still have a heaven’s light
When in sight the soul is black
When out the soul is white
The color of a soul 
Of a soulless man

— Author Unknown

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Put a bullet in my head
Make sure that I am dead
The world will be painted red
If my body’s not filled with lead

Hear the child cry 
Just before I die
Angels will fry 
For every time they lied

Feel the gods demise 
Look into our blackend eyes
Know one day we will rise
Seek payment for every sigh

But now I’m dead 
There’s a bullet in my head 
The world isn’t painted red 
Because she filled my body with lead

…Never love again 
Cause it’ll kill you in the end

— Author Unknown


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