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Death As I sit here,Death by ~The-Little-Emo-Boy
And slowly close my eyes,
i feel the shadowy embrace,
Of death come and take me.
I hear a deep voice calling my name,
I open my eyes to see,
The Grim Reaper of death,
To him I scream,
"I'm not afraid to die!!",
With my last breath,
I see him,
Lift his finger and beckon to me.
As i sit here,
and slowly close my eyes,
I take another deep breath,
and...Die.
Myself Here I am,Myself by ~The-Little-Emo-Boy
Once again,
Falling away,
Slipping through the cracks.
I've officially discovered the ends of the earth.
I've fallen away, and lost all before.
It's all I can do,
to stay here.
I've avoided all,
By no choice of me.
I've risen from the "dead"
awaken from my nap.
But nobody remembers,
Who I was.
I've been lost for so long,
I can't even recall myself.
Here I Am Here i am,Here I Am by ~The-Little-Emo-Boy
In this bubble of insanity.
Here i am,
rotting away.
All you do,
Is mock and criticize.
If you don't fucking like it,
then do something about it.
I'm sick of the rumors,
That aren't even true.
I would never grovel and beg,
Not even to her.
Don't get me wrong,
I love her to death.
But, thanks to you,
You who started it all.
You act like my friend,
Like nothing is wrong at all.
But you have no idea,
The torture i went through.
And then these other people,
The ones like you.
They laugh and the make fun,
Even though they've done much worse.
So i say this now,
go fuck yourself.
You're
How does this sound? How does this sound.How does this sound? by ~The-Little-Emo-Boy
The sound of my breathing?
Can't you hear it?
Well, i suppose you can't.
Well, it's getting slower
almost calmer, i have entered this serenity like state.
I feel your presence, but you're out cold,
So it's not doing me any favors.
That vodka is looking pretty good,
Back into the old ways again.
There is nothing like a broken heart,
To ruin your perfect world.
Fickle Like The Wind Play slave to this,Fickle Like The Wind by ~Aisembre
This emotional cacophony of irrational care.
And dismissible ensemble of redeemable despair.
You'd laugh screaming inside,
If only they wanted you to.
Drink deep poison with a smile,
If they beckoned for you.
The twist of a finger and curl of a lip,
You live for their approval,
Their amusable whimsy.
Like the wind -- only more fickle.
Like the tide -- but less predictable.
Playing puppet to their masquerade.
Playing victim to their massacre.
Toss your head back and sigh,
If they smiled while you died,
You'd die happy.
Yes? No?
Your indecision rests
They have to decide for you.
Mas
Sta.sh
(little brother)
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♥♦Alice●°in°●Marveland♠♣
Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips,
and the sun is like a toy balloon.
There are get up in the morning glories,
in the golden afternoon.
(little brother)
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♥♦Alice●°in°●Marveland♠♣
Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips,
and the sun is like a toy balloon.
There are get up in the morning glories,
in the golden afternoon.
(little brother)
--
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♥♦Alice●°in°●Marveland♠♣
Little bread-and-butterflies kiss the tulips,
and the sun is like a toy balloon.
There are get up in the morning glories,
in the golden afternoon.
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don't laugh at me, you're filthy, tainted with envy and betrayal. you will not appreciate friendship, and you will never love. your heart will rot before your body...and i will be the one to laugh.