Story of my life.... He has fucked up again, his life is a foresakened lie, the happiness he shows is a mask to satisfy others, not once has he meant it, not once has the laugh that passed through his lips been heartfelt. He lives the secluded life of the shunned creature. Company has never welcomed him, love has never set him free. He wants to run, wants to get away �¢���� start afresh but alas it is not meant to be... for he has no place to go, no one to run to. He is trapped in this life he hates. He has kept his grasp on sanity and life with the theft of others happiness and returning it with anger in this guilt filled life. He would take this life if he could but he is a coward, guilt�¢����s blanket encompassing his cold, uncompassionate heart for the theft of the life of some one more deserving of it, more willing to have it�¢���¦ His mind a dungeon of deceit and trouble filled thoughts, monsters of his subconscious. Every morning is the beginning of another battle for a stronger grasp on sanity and with each nights close the battle is yet again drawn to a dead lock - No ground gained and no ground lost �¢���� but even this reflects through physically, cuts and burns tattooing both his pale, bloodless arms�¢���¦ These arms, never meant to hold one close, never meant to comfort anyone, his gnarled and scarred arms do nothing bring no reassurance only malicious satisfaction i say not much, but each word is well thought, beware the venom which may be hidden in them........................ Do not talk to me like you own me, i am me i belong to me, you will never own me, talk to me as an equal and i will treat you the same, and i warn you now... do not use pet names or i will snap at you... i am not "cute" i am not your "baby" i never will be get used to that fact.... i am solitary, as you can see if you took the time to look through my journal... that vile feeling "love" has no meaning to me. it is a sin on my lips...
Likes
Blood, poetry, pain, solitude, fire & fire dancing, tarot, magick, vampirism
You scored as Romantic Goth, You are a romantic goth, better known as a traditional goth. You are probably quickly identified as a goth by outsiders. Black lace, bats, and moonlit cemetaries are just a few of your favorite things. Click on my name to take my other tests if you liked this one.
society, myself, guys who no longer see a girl as a girl but as an item that belongs to them not as an equal
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Marilyn Manson, Blutengel, Deathstars; Pitty; 69 Eyes; Sentenced; E-nomine BLUTENGEL I WILL FOLLOW: You're the angel you're my queen I do everthing for you I protect you from the cold You can give me what I need I'm addicted to your love I'm addicted to this game You give me pleasures give me pain You're the onlyone I need You're the master I'm your slave We can reach eternity Please don't ever let me go You know I'm your property And we're running through the night You're the angel of my dreams From the darkness into light I'll follow you We're searching for a place to hide A silent place for me and you We leave everything behind No one can find us I love the you make me feel When you kiss me in the night You know my soul belongs to you And please keep it when you die I see tears in your eyes But you kiss me with a smile Your skin is cold you close your eyes I can feel you fade away
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