On the Back of the Proletariat I'm from the land of corn and cows, where broken dreams amount to fractured lives,On the Back of the Proletariat
where a kid can grow up to know everything important and nothing at all.
I'm from the land of being able to say
whatever I want,
just as I'm told to,
and imagining things with no limits,
as long as I'm within my boundaries.
If you heard my music,
you'd hear hallowed screams
and crashing guitars,
or a symphony singing the choruses
of an angel scorned.
My toys were weapons
though my ideals
Decadence of the UniverseBeat me down To the comliest hole The sum of my parts is not that of my soul I want to be heard.Decadence of the Universe
Give me paper And I'll make a star Give me a star And I'll fabricate a universe.
I'll create a new sunlight And the decadence will shine Like my paper star.
ForsakenVomit coats the back of my throatForsaken
where laughter once played. Any feeling of worth has been swept from my immortal plane. The one who can make me whole is the one who keeps me down.
And I am down.
I want to feel better I want to feel nothing What I want is insignificant to what I need to be.
Existence, continuance, endurance.
It is Not LoveIt is not love; no no but an everlasting affection for.It is Not Love
It is not love, but a longing
to be close to
(in mind, body, and soul).
It is not love, but an intimate
knowledge of.
It is not love that drives my heart to do such feats It is not love that
the sun and moon
interchange places for It must be some other force
for love it cannot be for love is just a word (for love i cannot know)
now thats kinda boring. lets see.
your fave add made my day
they always do
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Caffeine dried my lips
Idiots dried my humour
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Phoenix
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«Stay hungry. Stay foolish»
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Ever notice how almost all comments are the same. They know you like the style, shading, pose...its been said in the last hundred posts before you.
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this is the life ive whored my self too........
Please do not
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The world is calling you away
And your leaving was just a way
of staying with what you'd come to say
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