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McShep my anti-drug |
In this journal I plan to write my poems and stories and occasionally what is going on in my life! I would love feedback on my work! =^~^= |
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 @ 08:55pm
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blood lust a poem by sasunaru lover
I must kill to live,
And so I live to kill,
But I am not really living at all,
Each drink I partake,
Of the sweet tainted blood I feed upon,
Slowly kills the little humanity left within me.
I do not belong to the day,
But the night does not yet accept me.
This everlasting life,
I thought would be so glorious,
Is really just a Hell on Earth.
But there is no going back,
The choice has been made,
So reluctantly I trudge on.
With every new day comes a new memory,
And with every new memory that comes,
An old one is lost.
There is not enough room in my head,
To keep all of them in file.
I do not know who I am anymore,
Lost, alone, and confused,
Cant anyone help me!?!?
I am slowly going insane.
I remember the faces,
Of those I fed on,
They haunt me,
Even whilst I wake.
I cry out and plead for forgiveness,
For I can not control it anymore,
So I let go,
I let it come into power,
And as the last string of my sanity snaps,
I laugh........
My bloodlust has driven me insane.
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Dr. Fumbles McStupid
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Dr. Fumbles McStupid
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 @ 08:54pm
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disfunctional heart a song by sasunaru lover
(slowly softly)
I watch the clock ticking,
but I don't feel time passing.
There you are bleeding,
Can you see the symathy'
(slowly getting faster) .... No (hold out on the no)
(fast upbeat) what the hell is wrong with me,
Oh why can't I feel?
They say that I should be concerned
(Slow) but how can I... (slowly getting faster) when I have a disfunctional heart.
Oh can i get a refund?
Maybe return it.
Is there any repair shop,
That can fix this broken piece of machineary?
I want to love,
I want to hate,
I want to cry, (Want to cry)
I want to laugh,
To be sarcastic,
And to annoy...
You see me walk by and you wonder whats wrong with me.
well it's quite simple.
i just got stuck with a disfunctional heart.
(softly, slowly)
You say we are over,
there is no hope left,
You say you love me,
But you cannot handle this.
(Oooh)(getting faster) I am so sorry.
(laugh) (spoken) actually not really.
How can I feel emotions,
whenI have a disfunctional heart.
Oh can i get a refund?
Maybe return it.
Is there any repair shop,
That can fix this broken piece of machineary?
I want to love,
I want to hate,
I want to cry, (Want to cry)
I want to laugh,
To be sarcastic,
And to annoy...
You see me walk by and you wonder whats wrong with me.
well it's quite simple.
I just got stuck with a disfunctional heart.
(aaah) i just got stuck with a disfunctional heart.
(aaah) i just got stuck with a disfunctional heart.
(aaah) i just got stuck with a disfunctional heart.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 @ 08:52pm
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Tainted, a poem by sasunaru lover
Once again it comes,
I try to keep it contained inside my mind,
In the mental cage that keeps it,
From running free.
In the deepest, darkest corner of my mind,
it paces back and forth,
Waiting patiently for when I snap,
For that's when it breaks free.
Red is the only color I see,
As I look into its eyes,
As I loose the last strands of sanity,
A thirst for blood fills me.
Each word that you said to me,
Put cracks in my mental defenses,
Until at least it shattered,
And now the demon inside me is in control.
As I regain my senses,
I look down to find
Corpses lie mutilated all around,
Who could of done this,
My innocent, carefree mind cries out in despair,
Suddenly I notice I am drenched in something warm,
I pray it's not what I think it is, as I slowly look down,
It is as I feared,
The crimson fluid of life stains me in and out.
I fall onto my knees and cry,
The trees that fall down my cheeks are crimson,
I am now giving back,
What I have wrongly taken,
Now I am forever stained,
I am innocent no more,
I am tainted.
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Dr. Fumbles McStupid
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Dr. Fumbles McStupid
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 @ 08:51pm
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Music Box a poem by sasunaru lover
A damaged soul,
A broken mask,
A song that never ends,
A music Box that does'nt play,
In this hell hole we call life.
Releasing my sadness, anger and hurt,
By using my beloved razor blade,
I forget everything as the soothing sight,
Of my blood running down my arm.
The scarlet liquid is captivating,
It takes all of my attention,
Away from this damn existence.
But when the flow stops,
The pain comes back,
The vision fades and all I see is...
A damaged soul,
A broken mask,
A song that never ends,
A music Box that does'nt play,
In this hell hole we call life,
In this hell hole we call life.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 @ 08:50pm
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Poem Sakura by sasunaru lover
Chorus-
Drip, Drip, Drip
The Blood falls down
Drip, Drip, Drip
Down to the ground
Drop, Drop, Drop
From the veins it flows
Drop, Drop, Drop
The veins of my dying body
I walk through the Sakura grove
Watching the petals dance thier enchantment dance
I feel an ominous presence approach
Then everything begins to change
The skies are black
The trees are dead
Bodies lie all around
Blood flows down
Until it touches the ground
The trees stretch thier roots
To catch the blood
And increment by increment
Their strength starts to seep back
The trees straighten
The leaves grow back
And finally the flowers bud
Turned pink with the blood
That the trees greedily drank
Chorus-
Drip, Drip, Drip
The Blood falls down
Drip, Drip, Drip
Down to the ground
Drop, Drop, Drop
From the veins it flows
Drop, Drop, Drop
The veins of my dying body
Chorus-
And when the flowers bloom
The spirits inside it awaken
And mourn for its premature death
Waiting patiently until they will be
Blown away by the wind
But with time the blood runs dry
The trees start to loose their life
they beckon their next victims
And they line up to die
Chorus-
Drip, Drip, Drip
The Blood falls down
Drip, Drip, Drip
Down to the ground
Drop, Drop, Drop
From the veins it flows
Drop, Drop, Drop
The veins of my dying body
Chorus-
And so they come
Following the sirens' song
Walking towards the cliff
I am among the children of the Piper
They lure us there
Enchant us to kill ourselves
To sacrifice ourselves for them
Chorus-
Drip, Drip, Drip
The Blood falls down
Drip, Drip, Drip
Down to the ground
Drop, Drop, Drop
From the veins it flows
Drop, Drop, Drop
The veins of my dying body
Chorus-
This is my story please listen well,
Before of the Queen of trees
She'l ensnare you, mind and body
And you'll be trapt until
With the wind you blow away
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Dr. Fumbles McStupid
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Dr. Fumbles McStupid
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 @ 08:49pm
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What's left for me in this life?
There is nothing but pain and strife.
The putrid smell of death and decay fills the air,
But it doesn't bother me I don't care.
Corpses lie everywhere.
Everything i Love is gone.
What's left for me in this life?
There is nothing, give back that knife.
I slit my wrist and the blood falls down,
I slit my wrist and the red liquid falls to the ground.
In that breif moment there is joy.
The wind blows through my hair,
I feel my life drain away.
But when I open my eyes there is no wound, there is no blood.
My head falls down into my arms with a thud.
I am eternal there is no rest.
I wish i could just end this damn test.
This test of emotion, life and death.
I wish this was my last breath.
But wishing wont get me anywhere,
That's what I think as the rain plasters my hair,
onto my body.
So I will live forever.
Haunting images will eternally be locked in my memory.
My love, my friends, my family,
They all left without me,
Without me.
Without........
Me.
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