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sábado, 10 de marzo de 2012

Ted Bundy


Hope is a negation of reality
The world brakes and so is my brain
High as Heaven, black as Hell
This is the new meaning of pleasure and pain

I don’t know but I been told
All that glitters it ain’t gold
I’m coming to your home tonite,
take you with me in denial

As I fly and spread the cum,
you’ll wonder why Hell has come     
I ain’t no bringer of life or dead
I have no reason but hate itself!

martes, 5 de mayo de 2009

if i had a heart

i’d give it to you

wrapped as a present in a fist of blood...

...that’s what i dream

when i dream

about you

lunes, 27 de abril de 2009

what is there to know?

"that's life", they say "that's how it is"
people come and go, you just have to keep on going
but every person that comes inside me leaves with a piece of my flesh
and i'm weary
i don't want to be made of pieces anymore
of memories
of someone who came and left
i don't want to look inside myself; i'm afraid to find they haven't left anything behind
only scraps of what i used to be

viernes, 3 de abril de 2009

he knew it; deep inside he knew it
doors would never be completely closed, no matter how hard he tried
she was caged in a room with walls on all sides and, even so,
light was coming out... there would never be complete darkness

sábado, 10 de enero de 2009

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Everything we were
Everything that meant something
Every moment
was slowly fading
Like old memories from a stray past
There was no more edges to grasp or hang on
I wished we could linger
But I knew it was the shape of lost hopes hiding behind me

domingo, 28 de diciembre de 2008

End

The world should crumble, and bury us all
so we can finally rest

Our shattered bones could at last disappear in tiny pieces
turning into dust, there is an end

We can endure whatsoever
Those alive and forgotten are always too hard to drive

Maybe it's our nature,
maybe we're just insane

miércoles, 24 de diciembre de 2008

Satan Behind Me

you won't disappear, the butterflies will wither and die,
and there won't be peace
I am chaos, and darkness
and I only wait for the world to tear apart
if only the knife could cut your skin in half, so I can see through ourselves
but I don't want to
I've become one with the devil, and so you shall name me
for I have lost hope
and I have lost love
and everything