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Midnight_Wanderer's Journal
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Outside (And a little help needed)
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November 25, 2008, 04:23:pm
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Outside.
Outside these walls I call home.
Outside these windows I cover.
The dark malestrom of the world rages on.
I don't like it out there...
The winds burn my flesh...
The rains stings my skin...
The eyes.
Well...They just watch...
That's all. They just watch.
I think they scare me the most...
There's somebody behind those shiny glass eyes...
I've seen other people out there.
They don't look too happy...
All skittering about, heads bowed and eye's low...
They don't seem to like me much...
They don't seem to like anyone...anymore at least.
Maybe they're just loanly...Maybe we all are...
I just stay here now...
Inside...
Inside these walls...
I sometimes wonder...
Is there someone else out there...
Someone like me...
Someone all sacred and alone...
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We are all alive in this cold world.
All of us one people, but held apart by invisible walls.
We all hide in fear of thing that could go wrong.
And we all dream that we could be dead...
If just for a little while...
Hope you like the poem, but I also need a little help. I'm planning on turning this into a song and I'd like some feedback. Anything that people think would work better? Just send me some sort of message. Thank you.
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Bleed My Life Away
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October 21, 2008, 07:23:pm
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I wander through the streets,
So cold and alone.
All I see are the taunts and screams,
Leaving no home ever to be known.
The haunting whispers, floating all around.
I just wish that it all could end.
Through time all will be better.
It will all be better in the end.
Through this pitiful world time drags on,
I'm at the end of another day.
Time does not help the wounds to heal,
Just gives more conviction to bleed my life away.
Another sunrise, another sun set.
I see the masks of smiling faces.
My head is filled with screams and bitter regret,
But I will hold up my mask.
It will all be better this way.
To them I will give no ground.
The burden may grow and my strength may fail,
But it will just be another day.
I will carry on.
There will be a way somehow.
Through this pitiful world time drags on,
I'm at the end of another day.
Time does not help the wounds to heal,
Just gives more conviction to bleed my life away.
I can't hold the weight anymore.
The burden is just too strong.
I have some strength, I could carry on,
But not now, not for this long.
Time is draging to an end.
After tonight, there will be no more day.
Every wound is still fresh.
They burn with the same anger that left them there.
It's time now.
Time to bleed my life away.
Mood: Verry tiered.
Music: Mortiis
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Alone
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August 06, 2008, 12:34:am
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Alone we stand,
And alone we fall.
Though for the slightist hope,
We would surender all.
All for the light at the end of the tunnle.
All for the candle in the darkness.
All for the few seconds where reality fades away.
We would give everything we have for a few moments of peace,
Some for the right reasons. Some for the wrong.
In the end, hope is all we have.
In the end, hope will not be enough.
Yet still we cling to it,
After all, sometimes.
Just sometimes.
Things can change.
Maybe one day a crusader will stand,
Someone to bring help to us all.
It is the dream of us all,
Yet as much as we wish not to,
We awaken.
In this cold and loanly world,
In the stillness of the night.
Alone we will stand,
And alone. We will fall.
Mood: Meh.
Music: Diary of Dreams
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The Lord's Prayer
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July 21, 2008, 05:20:pm
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Our Father, who art in heaven.
Tyrant of us all,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Lest through fire we are punnished.
Thy kingdom come,
For those who follow blindly.
Thy will be done,
though stone and through sword.
On earth as it is in heaven,
In your chains we shall be forever bound.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And free us from self dependance.
Forgive us our trespasses,
While we beg as frigtened childered.
We forgive those who trespass against us,
To keep the facade of charity.
Lead us not into temptation,
But into utter devotion.
Deliver us from evil,
Lest our thoughts stray from your light.
For thine is the kingdom,
The only true way.
The power, and the glory,
Built on our eternal enslavement,
For ever and ever.
Amen.
Mood: Slightly drunken.
Music: The whir of the comperters fans.
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Redemption
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July 14, 2008, 02:24:pm
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I can't belive what I've done.
Am I really such a monster?
Can I ever pay her back?
Would she even care?
I resort to words.
Tell myself all will be fine.
All will be well.
This is what I want.
How could I belive any words would make it better?
I resort to drink.
Blur all reality into nothing.
If I can't see it.
I won't feel it.
In the end though I'll just wake up.
And I'll have done her no good.
I resort to the knife.
To earn my redeption.
Trade pain for pain.
Suffering for suffering.
Yet still no good.
Nothing I could do would be any good.
I will speak the words til I don't know one from another.
I will drink until reality and dreams are intertwined.
I will bleed until I have no blood left.
I will suffer until my soul can stand no more.
I will cry until I have no more breath left in my lungs.
I would do this all if I could just make her pain go away.
Just a little.
That's all.
Just a little...
It's all I can do...
Mood: Fleh.
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