...all better


The WaltzStanding on my back porch, we were smoking, doping and hoping, averting our gaze, from the precipice opening next to us,The Waltz
Lydia and Liselle, take my hands, we shall dance together, waltzing, towards the edge of everything, knowingly, and unwillingly, drawn towards it,
Forced, by the hand of the created phantom, born of fears unfounded, by the misremembered memories, strengthened and fed, by the monster of the masses, all under the haze of collective dreams, terror, and imagination,
Let


The WhisperingThe whispering in my head shatters reality into infinite images, of separate worlds, each slightly different and all somehow similar, like looking down inside a reflected reflection, I strain as hard as i can, out of child like curiosity, to see whats at the end, but the infinite images curve up and out of sight,The Whispering
Each reality further into the infinite, becomes darker and more clouded, by my imagination, my own questions about what lies ahead, crowds out and distorts the original image, into grotesque commentary on my disgust of myself and everyone else,  


Prozac"for all you give, and all you take away" (KGB)Prozac
You give me the strength to live in this world, You take away unbearable thoughts, you give me a numbness like nothing else, you take away my emotions, all of them, you give me the joy an mirth to keep my friends, is it real, you steal my true thoughts and replace them with convenience, you kill my creativity, and breathe life into the person i vowed never to become, you give me what i need to make it in this life, you blend me in, make me one of them, and strip me of my identity.
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"Death hangs patiently under the mirror ball, and no one seems to notice him at all"
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"Death hangs patiently under the mirror ball, and no one seems to notice him at all"
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"Death hangs patiently under the mirror ball, and no one seems to notice him at all"
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*LWA*
The wolf more simpatic
Half crazy
Hehehe
^. ^
don't forguet to visit my gallery
Conected av with ~ShineDog-780
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"How long should the paper be? Hmm... Well I suppose a paper is like a girl's skirt, long enough to cover the material, but short enough to still keep things interesting."
-Rivers
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"Death hangs patiently under the mirror ball, and no one seems to notice him at all"
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"How long should the paper be? Hmm... Well I suppose a paper is like a girl's skirt, long enough to cover the material, but short enough to still keep things interesting."
-Rivers
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