

blindi cant see myself anymore. cant see what i've become...merely a figment of what i was..my ideals falling... fallen like the temples of Rome. held so tightly that which i belived...slipping between the spaces between my fingers... scrambling to catch it as i fall into darkness yet again... hold me up with your intellect and forsight...keep me from the harm i would cause myself..as ignorant and blind i have made myself...blind
this has become my silent rambling...my call of Me...i am pathetic...i am waste and agony...but these are merely words i have created to lament my ignorance...great as it is...if i am


string of thoughtwhy do i feel this feeling of empty this feeling of slipping inside why is it i only write when im down trying to lament something lost but no that's not right at allstring of thought
guess when im happy im just not around; not slowed down by sludge and wonder just here at this moment trying to find the way i have fallen but i havent only a sleeping man can see that im not quite sure what this all means what is meant for me if i need to create to create that meaning cause i've been told there is none to behold
then why do we try and cry and cut and laugh and smile and hold close the others &n


MusicCan you feel it? The music that plays in my mind The notes of release and the chords of remorse They play with pain flowing into and out of amplification through wires attached to detach the tangible Release into the intangible; float into lyrical oblivion Hear nothing but the rythem of untouchable purity It flows in the skin cleansing the poison, bleeds it Bleeds into and onto everything, dissapating anguish into nothingness String wrapped with hands pushing for perfection Impossible to achieve and constantly searched for Methodical actions to crumble chaos and stone CouMusic


Death of ReligionThe child is born and programmed His life's path as become predestined The child prays and hopes to meet the demand On his scarred knees his hands perpetually intertwined Paying his sins away in blind hope of salvation A state of hypnosis engulfs him adn blinds dismal reality Look at the book and raise the question; "What is this religion?" The child's innocence is cracked glass as he looks at the cross Kness rise and liberate; the child's eyes begin to tear The child realizes he is a robot and has been programmed He becomes irate with the discovery of deception The hands thatDeath of Religion
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I'm a member of Nature Club
I´m writing you because today I was reading all the opinions about the pic and I read yours, I was shoked because of what you said about me in the picture "she looks so guarded yet you see the eyes and know shes alive. i almost see a sadness in her eyes though, maybe thats why she looks guarded, she doesnt want to let any one into her world again, but her eyes, they open the world to the observer...if they would only see" because you really could read my eyes jajaja...That pose was really natural, we didnt planned at all so what my eyes were saying was real and you were able to see through them..
S o congratulations, looks like you´´ve got some kind of gift ..
well that was all I wanted to say, thanks for seeing me..
you can answer back if you like..
(pardon my english, I´m from argentina)
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Let me have it. Let me grab your soul away.
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Hoarse Industrial Viremia
just checked out the new one you did (Red)
and wow, you are an artist.
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I've laid to rest the false belief of average stock in me (ALL THAT REMAINS)
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Hoarse Industrial Viremia
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I'm a member of Nature Club
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(Life is just a game). It depends how you play it, to what you get out of it.
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"Don't think because I understand I care. Don't think because I'm talking we're friends." ~Sneaker Pimps
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I've laid to rest the false belief of average stock in me (ALL THAT REMAINS)
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"Don't think because I understand I care. Don't think because I'm talking we're friends." ~Sneaker Pimps
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