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Coria's HouseI have not been Driven. I came here alone.Coria's House
I entrench, And delight for my pursuit of beauty has led Me to hassle Me to braiety,
My Coria.
Forsooth at statute For what right has it? And fear of Oblivion, Now, I stab at earth, Then, I stab at my dear For without fear I can.
There is no anger left, Need be, call it love. Need be sit amongst and soothe, Sit amongst and relax And resume.
Infinite Collusion steals my love, And sayeth, harbinger, that I trespass.
Be it strange e
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MelodicI can't feel, I can't breathe,Melodic
All that I can see fleets All that I can hear deafens.
So no longer I sense, No longer can I rescude.
But I...
I can imagine.
And from there I can feel again! I can breath again I can see and hear again! But alas, I am not who i am again. Nor will I ever be. As things become more clear to me, And I have to turn m back To everything I know. no more embraces No love, nothing. I can't feel anymore, Nor will I ever again.
And that...
That makes
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Rageonautit's no more than what I see. It's hardly what i feel. That poking prodding burning feeling, What say of this to heal? I cannot stop it, I cannot fall. All it is is supposed, proposed, disposed. That the voice is snuffed, The force subdued. Fed by passive-aggressive stew.Rageonaut
Bu thte animal seethes, Seeps from its cage. In fire, to take it. Make the animal more blase.
Then one day it goes too far, The animal is uncaged. The pokes, the prods,the burns. They wound forever. And I stop it, I do not fall. It occurs and ends in far
by ~Homicidal-Algae
Swan Song of FutilityI'm of so tired no. And I want to go to sleep. But I have to follow suit.Swan Song of Futility
And be normal And be "good" And be shallow and be caring.
But it's oh so tiring, And I think I'll stop,
And be eccentric And be wicked And be deep And be cold and callous.
Because Being Normal hurts Normal people bore. Their stupid silly trifles always Rapping at their core. And I'd follow suit, But I'd rather have some fun, Than put my head by the barrel of a gun. It's not worth being grey When mauve and scarlet pour.
by ~Homicidal-Algae
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The Memory Of YouAs I walked through the biting winter cold of my home My mind began to wander It's motive became immediate and it searched for you avidly It didnt have to look very far Your still emblazoned vividly behind my eyes Your lips are still imprinted on mine My tongue still remembers your taste I still remember the way you smelled and how you felt under my fingertips Your warmth washed over me in glorious waves And i giggled with slight joy of the feel of you But... As this memory washed over me A slight tinge pulled me back to my desolate reality For you were gone FThe Memory Of You
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