Which of you made me?
by bloodhigh
This is my world
Consciousness in a state of death
Sharp embraces lulled into pain
To what avail is the struggle?
Not always like this, wasn't always this way
Which of you made me? Who has to pay?
Was it the evil or was it you Father?
Why would you hurt your son or your daughter?
Who led...
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by bloodhigh
This is my world
Consciousness in a state of death
Sharp embraces lulled into pain
To what avail is the struggle?
Not always like this, wasn't always this way
Which of you made me? Who has to pay?
Was it the evil or was it you Father?
Why would you hurt your son or your daughter?
Who led...
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Before a Stone
by bloodhigh
Fairytale union fabricating bliss
Unjustly surrendered for alluring exchange
Both denying priceless gifts
Consequences to be paid
All that remains of all that was
Withered stems before a stone
Echoed confusion of those that betrayed
Sacrificial lessons to be told
Unwarranted forfeiture of love
Resulting in tragic departure
Truly no fault found in love misplaced
Unattended firearm reckless the same...
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by bloodhigh
Fairytale union fabricating bliss
Unjustly surrendered for alluring exchange
Both denying priceless gifts
Consequences to be paid
All that remains of all that was
Withered stems before a stone
Echoed confusion of those that betrayed
Sacrificial lessons to be told
Unwarranted forfeiture of love
Resulting in tragic departure
Truly no fault found in love misplaced
Unattended firearm reckless the same...
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oriagain:
Love your poem man. Not too much has happned since graduation. For smoe reason I had this preconceived notion that after graduation, everything would take off and I'd finally find what I was looking for. It was almost anticlimatic, oh well, I should be happy to have a resting peroid.
I'll let you get back to checking out the sets.
I'll let you get back to checking out the sets.
sandman262:
Um, Yo.
Hows it goin.
Hows it goin.
bleeding for you
by bloodhigh
Flowing from the wound you left in me
Ripping viens apart letting life drip free
Blood running everywhere completely covering
Hardening, protecting me from everything
Returning now to pick at me, uncovering all that you have done
Bleeding for you once again, I'm back to where I begun
Can't harden heart to you, no matter how I try
Bleeding for...
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by bloodhigh
Flowing from the wound you left in me
Ripping viens apart letting life drip free
Blood running everywhere completely covering
Hardening, protecting me from everything
Returning now to pick at me, uncovering all that you have done
Bleeding for you once again, I'm back to where I begun
Can't harden heart to you, no matter how I try
Bleeding for...
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FUCK IM SO CONFLICTED RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
stupid shit is eating my brain like zombies in a bad 80's horror film. im letting doubt and small bits of confusion snowball into things that should be nothing more than unneccessary thoughts runnning through ones mind. the shit is driving me nuckin' futs
"why is the rum always gone...*burp*... oh yeah, thats why"
stupid shit is eating my brain like zombies in a bad 80's horror film. im letting doubt and small bits of confusion snowball into things that should be nothing more than unneccessary thoughts runnning through ones mind. the shit is driving me nuckin' futs
"why is the rum always gone...*burp*... oh yeah, thats why"
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issay:
I love drunkn rage on a key board it always makes me feel better
cocoabutter:
I think your name is HARDCORE!
well i fucked up royally today it seems. i have to be at work in a little over an hour. several hours ago i restarted the dryer in my apt to make sure my uniforms were nice and dry ready to be worn. i go just a second ago to retreive said uniforms and they are nowhere to be found. i look here, i look...
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suckad:
That sucks dude. Have fun freezing!
so does anyone read any of my stuff?
chains
by bloodhigh
Bound by the pressure you put on
A prisoner of my own fucking life
Shackled down, I can't get up
I bounce around my padded room
Chains of misery
Chains of pain
Confined to cell that is my brain
Chains of sorrow
Chains of rage
Bind me here inside this cage
Strapped to chair...
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chains
by bloodhigh
Bound by the pressure you put on
A prisoner of my own fucking life
Shackled down, I can't get up
I bounce around my padded room
Chains of misery
Chains of pain
Confined to cell that is my brain
Chains of sorrow
Chains of rage
Bind me here inside this cage
Strapped to chair...
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bloodhigh:
Well when i asked if anyone was reading, it wasn't a cry for help or anything, its just that every now and then i get a comment on what i write, then sometimes there is nothing, so i wasn't sure if i was wasting my time posting this stuff or not.
as far as it being sad, well life can be that way at times
im not an emo kid crying for help, all of my writing has been an expression of how i felt at that moment, all of them with a thousand different influences. sadly none of them are current though, i haven't written in a long time, no inspiration sadly
as far as it being sad, well life can be that way at times
im not an emo kid crying for help, all of my writing has been an expression of how i felt at that moment, all of them with a thousand different influences. sadly none of them are current though, i haven't written in a long time, no inspiration sadly
evldedgrl:
i think that a lot of people have lost interest in this entire alt-porn site, therefore its not as personable as it used to be no one really comments to anything anymore. i feel ya.
All this Freddy Krueger talk today i thought i would bring my freddy song i wrote a while back
bastard son of a 100 maniacs
by bloodhigh
Children crying, afraid of night
Praying for the morning light
Holding on, can't go to sleep
For certain death that they will reap
Bloody glove with green and red
Fedora hat atop burnt head
Run down house one,...
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bastard son of a 100 maniacs
by bloodhigh
Children crying, afraid of night
Praying for the morning light
Holding on, can't go to sleep
For certain death that they will reap
Bloody glove with green and red
Fedora hat atop burnt head
Run down house one,...
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onie:
hey.. thanks a lot!!! 
Kingdom of Corpses
by bloodhigh
A Kingdom of Corpses
Growing by the day
A Kingdom of Corpses
Compliance leading the way
Making Zombies of the masses
Building your Kingdom of Corpses
Shallow, hollow, mindless creatures
Puppets of conformity
Falling into your fascist fad
No Individuality
A Kingdom of Corpses
Growing by the day
A Kingdom of Corpses
Compliance leading the way
Making Zombies of the...
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by bloodhigh
A Kingdom of Corpses
Growing by the day
A Kingdom of Corpses
Compliance leading the way
Making Zombies of the masses
Building your Kingdom of Corpses
Shallow, hollow, mindless creatures
Puppets of conformity
Falling into your fascist fad
No Individuality
A Kingdom of Corpses
Growing by the day
A Kingdom of Corpses
Compliance leading the way
Making Zombies of the...
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Shadows
by Bloodhigh
A sunny day there cannot be
They cast themselves to torture me
Throwing at me my every sin
Wake up great, then they begin
Shadows of jealousy, hatred, distrust
Shadows of rage, pain, and of lust
My shadows always right behind
Never to damn hard to find
Casting darkness all around
Destroying everything I have found
The brighter the light, the darker...
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by Bloodhigh
A sunny day there cannot be
They cast themselves to torture me
Throwing at me my every sin
Wake up great, then they begin
Shadows of jealousy, hatred, distrust
Shadows of rage, pain, and of lust
My shadows always right behind
Never to damn hard to find
Casting darkness all around
Destroying everything I have found
The brighter the light, the darker...
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Yearning
Sitting alone in the corner of my room
Contemplating my own impending doom
Rocking back and forth with blood and tears
Dwelling on those painful years
Yearning for an escape turning to it again
Yearning for a release in you my little friend
Feasting on anguish, on pain, and one hate
Wandering about this broken, stricken state
I need your warmth to steady my...
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Sitting alone in the corner of my room
Contemplating my own impending doom
Rocking back and forth with blood and tears
Dwelling on those painful years
Yearning for an escape turning to it again
Yearning for a release in you my little friend
Feasting on anguish, on pain, and one hate
Wandering about this broken, stricken state
I need your warmth to steady my...
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xoxox