Fucking hate Life.It's time to go back to Hell.
Time to return to the shackles and serve my time in prison.
Fucking military life, what the fuck was I thinking?
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Under the Willow Pt. 13My fingers twitter, Flustering in my pocket. I feel the rectangular carton against digits. Tugging rather restlessly The box comes forth; I am rewarded for my struggles.Under the Willow Pt. 13
From within this miniature Paper crafted crate I render tat small cylinder stick. I strike a match, Hold it against the dead yet open end. It comes to lfie, ablaze.
I take a drag And stare upon this burning cherry. What life had I ignited? Within this cinder I now pull forth A slow death into mine lungs.
Before I realize, I take the last puff.
by ~Passion-Denied
When Pigs FlyAnd so it should be Noted That on this Day A broken man who believed in nothing Found newborn faith in an idea yet to be born, A man who had only known anger for 7 years Had been moved to tears by a silent voice, A woman tormented by the loss of her past Finally could stand free from her chains, A boy who had lived from taking from others Learned that the gift of giving was it's own reward, That a drunkard who thought her only refuge the drink Did find happiness in the bottom of her heart, That a girl who had only known a hand from abuse Had finally seen a loving ouWhen Pigs Fly
by ~Passion-Denied
Shutter DanceCaress the Darkness, Kiss the Light, Listen to the Whistle of Saturn And Watch as Jupiter spins to the Right. Silence. Lift me up, Dawn! Hold my hand, Dusk! May the Sun and Moon Smile on me, Give me strength, And wish me Luck!Shutter Dance
They're here for me now, Finally here for the kill; I am their Sacrifice.
by ~Passion-Denied
Under the Willow Pt.0We are all but players in this game Hoping that we will reach our ends as victors. Our eyes will watch these characters, Their names are Different, their faces familiar. Most of us may know them, Yet how, we do not understand; Your mother, your father, Your son or your daughter; Be them your friend or your foe, Your wife or a whore, Your husband or a bum, Or an angel with a gun; Could be the sun or the moon, Maybe Redemption or Doom, Could even be me, Or Maybe even you.Under the Willow Pt.0
Who are we to say Which Roles this cast will play, All we wi
by ~Passion-Denied
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- Favourite artist: Me
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- Favourite gaming platform: DS
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I want her to see what's under her nose
and the delicate heart just under her toes.
I wish she'd tread lightly when she speaks of her romps,
for in all of her stories, on my heart she stomps.
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