-~~paragon of delusion~~-
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Fallen Angel Carved in silence by a hand of pain, Where every passing anguish left its trace, Blown through the gateway of our hopes and fears, A fragile angel trips. The glory and the sadness of her face, All the tears that her closed eyelids held, And the longing that her eyes have told, A lonely angel cries. Heavy gates that fate has locked, Sends a blowing wind over her soul, Causing her heart to freeze, A frozen angel shudders. Lost and forgotten by winds that have fallen asleep, Caught in the web of years that have passed, Like a charring ember, dying into the dark, A desperate angel falls. To death's insatiable last embrace, From naked stones of agony, To a feeble spirit and broken wings, A sullen angel finally dies. -------- BROKEN A broken promise, a broken trust, It's sad when friendships fade and rust. Lying about how I feel, I just can't handle, I just can't deal. Hidden secrets, thoughts gone bad, I think back on all the times we had. Saying goodbye isn's always easy to do, When I think of all we've been through. I know if I said something, we could maybe work it out, But in the back of my mind I will always have this doubt. I will always be here, I will never be gone, For in your soul I will always live on. I wish I coud tell you the reasons why, But inside I don't know, and that's what's making me die. With a broken heart, and a broken soul, I've sunk to the lowest point of this hole. Tired fo searching, ready to give up this fight, The light in my eyes is no longer bright. The time has come, my fate is sealed, What will come next will soon be revealed..... BROKEN II Bleeding and broken laying on the floor, I'm fading faster, being shut behind a closed door. A shattered illusion, a broken life, All I have to live for is this crimson staind knife. Leaving my friend and people who pretend to care, With a slice of the knife i watch my skin tare. Looking at my broken skin, I wonder what our friendship has been. I couldn't take the pressure, i had to let go, I'm sorry dear friend, that you didn't know. I had made attempts before, This time I won't be broken anymore. Don't cry for me when I'm gone, Look past my selfishness and try to move on. It's okay if you hate me, someone has got to take the blame, But when i'm gone please remember more than just my name. Remember all the good times we had, I'll still be with you so don't be sad. For all the times you fixed my broken soul, You were the part that finally made me whole. Being together, we had lots of fun, But living my life broken finally won. To you my best friend, The only true person on which I could depend, My life is fading faster, it's coming to an end. I just wanted to let you know before I die, That I love you and that's no lie poems written by nicole.... sterotyped a pale white face, with dark eyes and lips, blood red nails or even black fingertips. is that what you picture when you hear the word goth? this is my religion, but you can't see, Why? because you have sterotyped me. there is more to this religion than you think, so don't stand there and judge me from the brink. my faith is simple if you could only see, i believe in karma and the rule of three. please don't judge me because I don't believe in god, i don't judge you because i think he's a fraud. black clothes and a white face, most people loot at goths with disgrace. they blame it on music or the tv, but actually it comes from a feeling inside me. because i don't believe in god, i'm labled a freak, sterotyped just like a loser or a geek. hurting inside because i can't show who i am, hurting because people just don't understand. keeping it to myself, i'm tired of pretending, I'm sorry to you all, who i might be offending. i'm tired of hearing about this commom sterotype, Characterized into an untrue scene. I don't dress all in black, or worship satan like some do, I'm just a simple person, just like you. i am i am a shadow, that dances in the night. filled with misery and torn by plight. finding peace when the sun goes down, roaming around this godforsaken town. eternally belonging to the dark, hiding from the world until i make my mark. coming from the darkside of the moon, struggling while life lights my way to doom. put here for one purpose only, to search for someone just as lonely. when i find them, i'm to help them out, by taking away all their sorrow, fear and doubt. helping them find something good about this life, easing some of their pain and strife. when my purpose here is through, and there is nothing left for me to do. I'll take their sorrow, along with mine, and fade back into the moon to let it shine. for the moon is every shadow's home, the only place where it is free to roam. | |||||||||
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