The night lays home to shades
Shadows of lost souls with no names
Through his putrid lips and worm infested tongue
The spirit cries for an end to eternity
A kiss from the succubus' lips
This fool believes her promise of heart
Further through Hell he crawls
Ripped to shreads by its thorny walls
The tormented being is consumed by Hades' pyre
Leaving his tattered...
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Shadows of lost souls with no names
Through his putrid lips and worm infested tongue
The spirit cries for an end to eternity
A kiss from the succubus' lips
This fool believes her promise of heart
Further through Hell he crawls
Ripped to shreads by its thorny walls
The tormented being is consumed by Hades' pyre
Leaving his tattered...
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Its the tender that feel your love
Its the strong that feel your hate
All this shit you forsake
A cry from them you hear
A cry from me you ignore
All you are is a pile of shit
Its the rage I feel
Its the rage they shall too
All this just to kill you
A rush of my hate
A gush of my...
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Its the strong that feel your hate
All this shit you forsake
A cry from them you hear
A cry from me you ignore
All you are is a pile of shit
Its the rage I feel
Its the rage they shall too
All this just to kill you
A rush of my hate
A gush of my...
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Here there are only blackened delusions
Here there are only the things I hate
Everyone thinks they know themselves, but they know nothing
It is time for hate and change
It is time for me to be alone
In solitude I cannot hurt others or worry about them
There is no truth or faith
There is only my undying hate
All I see are delusional...
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Here there are only the things I hate
Everyone thinks they know themselves, but they know nothing
It is time for hate and change
It is time for me to be alone
In solitude I cannot hurt others or worry about them
There is no truth or faith
There is only my undying hate
All I see are delusional...
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Black
Darkness
Graves of souls they are.
Red
Fire
Home of all my hate.
Each scar is a grave to my hate
To all my sorrow
And there is little flesh to cover
An infinite amount of scars
But not nearly as infinite as my wail into madness
White
Light
Home to an angel's song
Pink
rose
Symbol to my love so great
Pain snuffs...
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Time in hand
A blade as well
This tender flesh doth tare
A solemn word
In a little Hell
This angry wound doth bleed
Thy flower doth bloom
And dies in its cell
A rose is not salt to my wound
A blade as well
This tender flesh doth tare
A solemn word
In a little Hell
This angry wound doth bleed
Thy flower doth bloom
And dies in its cell
A rose is not salt to my wound
Two stars and a dozen roses,
Marking love eternal,
but betrayed by time,
now they fall and die,
to end that heaven,
but the heart speaks again,
and forever they remain,
Marking love eternal,
but betrayed by time,
now they fall and die,
to end that heaven,
but the heart speaks again,
and forever they remain,
There is a man in my head
Dark and loathing
With a morbid heart on a chaos drive
There is a fag in my head
And I want him dead
If I had a gun, I wouldn't have a head
Dementia
Knock me up, kick me down
Angels, why won't you rescue me?
Dementia
Fill my head with shit and piss on me
There is...
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Dark and loathing
With a morbid heart on a chaos drive
There is a fag in my head
And I want him dead
If I had a gun, I wouldn't have a head
Dementia
Knock me up, kick me down
Angels, why won't you rescue me?
Dementia
Fill my head with shit and piss on me
There is...
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I sit alone in my gloomy room,
Feeling the grip of winter, I shiver.
I dare not stare out my window,
As I may just see winters death,
Or worst yet a perched raven staring at me.
Cawing the song of my own death.
But to what end would his song sing?
A gentle lullaby to the splendors of heaven?
Or the cruel shrill to...
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Feeling the grip of winter, I shiver.
I dare not stare out my window,
As I may just see winters death,
Or worst yet a perched raven staring at me.
Cawing the song of my own death.
But to what end would his song sing?
A gentle lullaby to the splendors of heaven?
Or the cruel shrill to...
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Torn in two
I am me, but someone else
Cut in half
I am the addict and the bleeder
Neither of these can anyone see
But together they are surely me
Even still I remain unseen
Cleaved in twain
I am the sane and the chaos prime
Severed in half
I am the too emotional and the hidden
Neither of these would anyone want to...
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I am me, but someone else
Cut in half
I am the addict and the bleeder
Neither of these can anyone see
But together they are surely me
Even still I remain unseen
Cleaved in twain
I am the sane and the chaos prime
Severed in half
I am the too emotional and the hidden
Neither of these would anyone want to...
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Haha...decided to become TG. Alot of changes have been made and i do not look ANYTHING like i used to. But...being a goth Transgender in Jacksonville....sucks. Gets alot of attention that's for sure. And my flash art has been successful and i am becoming fairly inked up as well. Gertainly hope I continue to progress well as a TG. \o/