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his ebony embrace my devil's temptation fall into it he took me away I locked myself into his rapturous eyes violently violet; ripped open the flesh that sustained my light bloodlust he tore me apart sweet, merciful death pain and pleasurable cries writhing; screaming; dying; cold as marble; still lifted again, the death has stopped new life more blood his kiss that will forever remain mine eternally locked to immortality never to see the sun amen. .......... Don't copy my work or you shall die. Thank you!

today's current rises and falls asleep here on the window looking out onto what will be the torrent of tomorrow dark, heavy, absent all the tomorrow's will come dark and grey failing to connect

Stretch divination fresh cocaine mortal-studded speaker walking through the rain condescend her darling who needs her precious lies solemn comfort liberates while adolescence dies stylized she improvised while raping one by one in burglary of rarities Ameretat was almost done so leave the soggy soil of blood that she had shed a vex upon your houses but she is not the one to dread.... ........ No. 2 coming soon  

The following is a piece of crap. Once upon a time (as all stories must begin), there was a little boy who lived in a country so far away it's not time-efficient for your teachers to even tell you about it. Well, he wasn't little so much as young… but I suppose "boy" implies that. Anyways, there's this boy. And he's far away. That's the jist of it. The people in this boy's village were not so friendly to him. His parents abandoned him and his sister called him the worst names her two-year-old tongue could produce. So he doesn't make a point of seeing them at Christmas anymore. Not that they have Christmas in such a distant, backwards countr

Once again I tread these lonely streets of abandon and melancholy only to realize that everything was a dream. A passing thought that quickly ran by and pushed me out of the way as it did. Fain would I dwell on form. But so far not to be left behind in this wasteland of northern suberbia. No, of course you don't understand. I don't expect you to. So many people and no one to talk to. Is that what it has been reduced to? You see, it is happiness that I search for and everything I want, I cannot have. Oh Adonis, my muse, my double, when will you come to realize that I can give you the things that you so longed for. For that emptiness I feel is

So much for flowers I forgot about the times where I would walk alone to no where in particular, just to think I took great pleasure in organizing my thoughts to let my mind walk through valleys of jasmine and lilies my white dress my black hair swimming in the springtime wind somehow I have forgotten how to walk alone how to just wander and think and now my thoughts have blown away in that springtime wind I sit here now wondering about the flowers they smelt so wonderful the air was so clean *** I have re-started my journey back to that valley climb the hills of mimosa and birch I fear that it might not still be there the f

Scene 1 Split stage. Music is playing in the background. Young Chester and young Gabrielle are playing in the sand and having fun. They are laughing and pushing each other around. Music fades after a few moments. The light goes up on older Chester CHESTER Black was the without eye... (incredibly dazed out of his mind. Reminiscing on the past. Stares out beyond the audience. Black the within tongue... Black was the heart... (voice rising.. getting angry at himself.) Black the liver, Black the lungs! (Kicks something) God dammit!! Why... WHY... why is it that after ten years I still can't get her out of my head. Ten goddamn ye

I rose to the thought of death and decay bodies were broken; dark red and grey I couldn't discern what had happened to the world but then she stood up; this disgusting girl skin hung from her bones her eyes dark and sullen she staggered towards me and said "this is dream theater, you cannot leave you will soon die like us, you have to believe" I spun around and around trying to drink in this scene of the tragic dream theater that I couldn't leave over and over it was repeated DREAM THEATER dream theater DREAM THEATER my eyeballs were gauged my lips ripped apart a knife through my arm a stab in the back the sting of their vo