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Cupid sh❤t
His arrow
right through a heart
Some things you ought to know
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Your average teenage girl ❤ Rachel, わたしはレイチェルです。
Emo = Emotive Hardcore
You know that, don't you? Drill it in your minds. No nonsense in front of me.
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I feel evil&guilty for first betraying MCR, then BLG. :O
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#3. In a relationship with MYCHEMICALROMANCE

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Monday, March 30, 2009
Death's Haunting Lullaby
She paints a perfect picture,
She tells a flawless lie.
She sings a song of beauty,
A haunting lullaby.

Her lullaby will sooth you,
Her song will give you wings.
Her mournful voice will trap you,
Every time she sings.

Her song is one of sorrow,
A portrait of her life.
And those who hear are captured,
Haunted by her strife.

Her song will leave you crying,
She'll wipe away your tears.
But compassion is a falsehood,
Created over years.

Her song will penetrate you,
A knife straight through your heart.
The tune will plague your footsteps,
A seductive work of art.

Her song is one of anguish,
An image of your fate.
But you won't know her purpose,
Until it's far too late.

Her tears will burn you,
Her knives will slash your skin.
Her crimson blood will stain you,
Forgive you of your sin.

Her melody will slay you,
Her hymn will let you fly.
Her song is a flawless sorrow,
Death's haunting lullaby.
© deadlypoison695

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Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Child's Play
A whimper of pain,
As she fights back a tear.
Symptomatic effects of the cause she most fears.

Just that look on your face.
You're repulsed, she is sure.
Her hopes were so high, but she's left insecure.

Buts she knows it's her fault,
For the truth, she has found,
She shouldn't have been so stupid,
As to let her guard down.

But she knows she can't change it,
She'll be forever the same.
Always taking chances,
And concealing the pain.

Does my desire amuse you?
Or just affirm what you know?
Did you need attention so bad,
That you had to make me feel so low?
© The Beauty of Violence

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Friday, March 20, 2009
Porcelain Doll
Porcelain doll with tangled hair,
People pass by or stop and stare.
Her cotton clothes are ripped and torn,
Her parents regret the day she was born.
Her plastic heart has melted down,
Her stunning smile, a perfect frown.
Her shining future, a blackened road,
Her flowing words, a fucked up code.

Once glowing eyes, now dark and dead,
And voices scream inside her head.
A falling rain of acid tears,
Mirrors reflecting all her fears.
A fire raging through her veins,
Drugs to reduce all her pain.
Her porcelain skin, now scarred and bruised,
Her staggering beauty, now gone and used.

A foreign beauty, now buried alone,
A cryptic place where light once shown.
Once graceful flight with song and dance,
A life of hope and true romance.
Now blundering falls and morbid display,
Where crystal tears fall every day.
A heartless place of death and disease,
Where evil comes and goes with ease.

Porcelain doll with tangled hair,
Shattered dreams and timeless despair.
A radiant star, now void black hole,
Trying to replace what innocence stole.
Now in her hand, a bloody knife,
In her mind, an ended life.
A porcelain doll, a murdered youth,
Her hopeless fight, a deadly truth.
© deadlypoison695

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Sunday, March 15, 2009
Believers
I watch the tango of perfect hypocrisy
In wonder of how they fool themselves
To believe each other that this is the way to be
And this is what to believe

So many people don't understand the power of the human psyche.

With every sip they feel fuller, more enlightened
But when i taste that sticky sweet liquid of lies
I feel the need to spit it in their faces
And tell them they are all wrong

So I hold my tongue because it isn't worth the effort of explaining their flawed logic.

It seems that this becomes their belief, their truth
Consuming one's whole life and condemning them to the oblivion
I often wonder why so many believe
And why they aren't on the same side as me.

The Believers don't want to know that it isn't real.
© SelfSacrfyce

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Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Lies I Want to See
Mirror, Mirror, lie to me
And show me what I want to see,
A world untouched, un-harmed by love,
A world not cursed, that soars above.
A world of warmth, not cold as ice,
A world where hearts break once, not twice.

Mirror, Mirror, lie to me
And show me what I wish to see,
A moonlit night, not pouring rain,
Tears cried for joy, not cried for pain.
A peaceful life, a brand-new slate,
A world where love can't turn to hate.

Mirror, Mirror, lie to me
And show me what I hope to see,
A world where pain cannot occur,
Where tears don't make my vision blur.
Where happiness can't drag me down,
And love won't try to make me drown.

Mirror, Mirror, lie to me
And show me what I pray to see,
A place where I won't need to feel,
Where time and life are not so real.
A place where I don't need to think,
Where into death I'll never sink.

Mirror, Mirror, lie to me
And show me what I know can't be,
A world where death is not a choice,
A place where I can't hear his voice.
A world where cuts don't bleed or scar,
Where I can watch life from afar.
A world where I can hide away,
To die again another day.

Mirror, Mirror, lie to me
And show me what I need to see,
Reflect a world unlike my own,
Where what is real is never known.
© deadlypoison695

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Thursday, March 5, 2009
Prisoner
Jealousy kisses me
With lustful lips,
Suffication
With each harsh nip.

Forced against the thoughts
Of you leaving me,
Stripped of love
So I cannot see.

With bitter hands
It grabs hold,
Digging sharp nails deep
Making me do as I'm told.

Thrown down
By envy's rage,
Stared down at
Through the bars of this cage.

It's poisoned dagger
Stabs at my heart,
Weakening my soul
Ripping me apart.

Each strike hurts
More than the last,
Slaying my spirit
Poisoning the past.

You won't stop it
You'll only stand by,
Watching with a sadistic glare
Waiting for my spirit to die.
© Ashiei

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Adieu, Adieu

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