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A realm of cards

Hearts race and beat there last breathes into the
ground...Spades take there lust for death,there shovels will
dig the world of flesh tonight,and burry all who stand
within there paths...The diamonds with a new gleem in there
eyes,for once gold is not the

Eternal Silence

My angel came so calmly to me one night, so serene, and she
brought with her a full moon, that this black forest yielded
to.

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Another lifeless hour (of my
life passed by)

bodies break,turn ash and crumble
all alone we trip and stumble
through lifes corodores of endless trouble
fools in this game,we've `come so humble

Broken Crown

you stand with nothing to say
you know this feeling perfectly
you know that no one else can see
what lies hidden in this beautiful town
is a throne, with a broken crown...

Filthy hands

ever staining my filthy mind
by these chains we are bind
these filthy hands scratch and tare
but this filthy mind makes up the pair

Seeing through the eyes of a maniac

as i sit here
i want to quit here
just give up
cuz it aint worth shit here
everything i do

The Devil wears an empty hall

What can dwell deeper
what could out burn fever
In your mind and in your time
Of hatefulness and savage crime

The Foresaken

Crawling, Falling down...
stuck in this same old town,
where eternity bares our burdens

The essence of Stone

How do rocks come to be hollow?
Painted too in joys and sorrow,

The evenings last toast

To the pain, that pulls me down
To the hurt, that's all I've found
To the fear, of a lost battle
To the people, who're just mere cattle

a walker at the end of the night

In the end of the light
In the end of the day
He keeps going
And it's ok

differences

you call me freak like its a bad thing
you all dont care i wanna lengthen freedoms ring
you see the world through your own eyes

frozen hell

anually
this time of year
what really bugs me
is all the cheer
its all so fake
when will i wake
...

my godess

fishnets and mini skirts
whips and chains, bring on the hurt
i would do anything for you

my own hell

every night, I start to cry
every second, I want to die
every minute,I wonder why

paces

i love
all the fruits of life
but it seems they have gone rotten

questions

questions that i have

sweet violence

I was born in to you, oh sweet violence
I grew up in your battering shadow
And forever I'll desire you, oh sweet violence
Without you my life are so shallow

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Dementia

and in there touch spread through the minds of innocence, to
hasten its decay. To struggle in vain, ever to reside in
pain...And the curiosity that burned within, has become
scolding hot, and he's blistered... And he's
twisted...Writhing in Agony...