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Howling winds scraping by Whipping hair around this face Blood drops seeping slowly Sounds disappear without a trace Memories fill a broken mind Hands fumble to find familiar ground Tripping after every step Struggling to hear the slightest sound Branches scattered along the path Obstacles to over come Heavy breaths heaved into the night Cold turning everything numb Slowly struggling to move on Not knowing which way to turn Tears frozen against this face Heartache starting to burn Eyes searching for a light No more trails to lead the way Afraid of letting everyone down Hoping to see another day Whispers

Sod the world and its misplaced hope, It's shallow lies and heated deceit. My blood covers the floor, It flows beneath my feet. I'm not caring any more, I'm looking out for number one. I am getting back my life Getting vengeance for what's been done. No ones watching my back, So why not return the favour? The metal liquid between my lips, Its gentle tang, a taste I savour. I'm past the point of feeling, As I start on my killing spree. I'll leave no trace, no bodies, Of the one's that destroyed me. Stupid humans so messed up, Need to get their heads on straight. Always following their heart, False faith the ir

Imagine a world saturated with passion: Clouds release rain in packets To soak those in search for truth, Leaving the dry to rust in confusion. Imagine a day pulsating with lust: Hearts swim and dance in wine To fall in love with drunken trust, Setting their souls free from time. Imagine a dream unlike another other: Minds converse in languages Understood only by their soul mate, Sharing secrets deeper than ravines. Imagine a reality quivering with energy: He sees only emotions, hears only truth, Feels only love, but knows only her To be reason he imagines, Knowing she is the beat to his every pulse. One has foun

when your day is drowned in water, when you can't breath in. and when you think you're going to the slaughter, because you're giving up now and then. then, right before you lay your head for sleeping, think less of the neverending sorrow; instead, begin the thought of thinking: maybe, just maybe, tomorrow. rub your stomach from hunger pains, and heal your wrists from rubbing chains. never forget what you're supposed to remember, and there's always a hope grown from hot ember. waves may push and start your sinking, through the lonely depths of sorrow. but, remember, once you begin your thinking, that hope lasts, at