insert title hereDreams so vivid Fantasies of color They fade quickly Giving way to the mourninsert title here
Strangers surrounding Numb and silent A world of apparitions No place to go
Grey and cool Cluttered with empty things So much in the way Obstacles with no meaning
Passing through It's not really there On comes the void The day lets go
Longing only for color The tapestry that paints itself Warm visions Endless horizons
A desired return To dream once more For an endless night A reverie et
Her PainBeauty shining a remarkable face It hides the pain within Snide remarks made by the jealous Hurt more than anyone knowsHer Pain
They all see her beauty Trying to use her for their needs A toy for amusement It's fun to tear her down
She crys alone at night No tears stain her cheek Masking her emotions Her sobs are on locked within
Mens flattery gets them nowhere She cannot see what they do Womens envy make them critical No small defect goes un-noticed
Her torment is her creativity An outlet for her suffering Bleeding
MonsterAlone in a sea of people Drowning in their disdane Wounds left from the words that cut so deep Long since said the crimson tears still flowMonster
Nothing seen but the creature The shell of a lonely soul Nothing heard but the grunts and growls Instead of the beating of a crying heart
Hatred without creates torment within The future too bleak to be worth this pain Dreams of happiness lye forgotten Wishs for Joy long dead
Darkness clouds even his own eyes Vision now tainted with their malacious views Lashing out at whats seen in the mirror Th
"The Artist""The Artist""The Artist"
Pain induced by thine own hand Blood trickles from the wound Pictures created from the pain The art held within requires a sacrificial scar
Life flows from her fingers Creativity held within it, the canvas paints itself No task, no chore, completed without help All that was needed was given, it lacks no more
Works long since finished need no approval No one sees their tainted beauty They lie in places so greatly hidden Beyond the touch of a wretched heart
Fading out of touch with ones self It still flows out with the pr
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What's up chica??!?!?!?!?!
Mylaptop is officially DEAD... I stabbed it through the processor myself... so... I'm never on the net... and thus... never get to talk to you anymore.... are you still on msn messenger? the few times I've been on... you weren't... well... I guess I'll talk to you later....
I hope all is well...
lol. I am always on!
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Talk too you soon
-Dice
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