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I don’t know where I’m going
Breathing in and exhaling sighs
It’s all I’m living for
No dreams, no hopes, no destination
They’re found dead in the living
You find it pathetic and dull
Maybe it’s true but it’s what I’m in
How in love would I be if I just cease
I’m in darkness with streaks in my soul
Groping for saving things to hold on
But nothing have my hands touched
Just bleeding with scabs never settling
‘Cause everything’s pointless in my world
And baseless existence ain’t that fair
No rhymes and styles ‘cause disorder’s here
Just dawdling away with this numbing life
I don’t know where I’m going
Breathing in and exhaling sighs
It’s all I’m living for
No dreams, no hopes, no destination
They’re found dead in the living
You find it pathetic and dull
Maybe it’s true but it’s what I’m in
How in love would I be if I just cease
I’m in darkness with streaks in my soul
Groping for saving things to hold on
But nothing have my hands touched
Just bleeding with scabs never settling
‘Cause everything’s pointless in my world
And baseless existence ain’t that fair
No rhymes and styles ‘cause disorder’s here
Just dawdling away with this numbing life
I don’t know where I’m going
Breathing in and exhaling sighs
It’s all I’m living for
No dreams, no hopes, no destination
They’re found dead in the living
You find it pathetic and dull
Maybe it’s true but it’s what I’m in
How in love would I be if I just cease
I’m in darkness with streaks in my soul
Groping for saving things to hold on
But nothing have my hands touched
Just bleeding with scabs never settling
‘Cause everything’s pointless in my world
And baseless existence ain’t that fair
No rhymes and styles ‘cause disorder’s here
Just dawdling away with this numbing life
I don’t know where I’m going
Breathing in and exhaling sighs
It’s all I’m living for
No dreams, no hopes, no destination
They’re found dead in the living
You find it pathetic and dull
Maybe it’s true but it’s what I’m in
How in love would I be if I just cease
I’m in darkness with streaks in my soul
Groping for saving things to hold on
But nothing have my hands touched
Just bleeding with scabs never settling
‘Cause everything’s pointless in my world
And baseless existence ain’t that fair
No rhymes and styles ‘cause disorder’s here
Just dawdling away with this numbing life
I don’t know where I’m going
Breathing in and exhaling sighs
It’s all I’m living for
No dreams, no hopes, no destination
They’re found dead in the living
You find it pathetic and dull
Maybe it’s true but it’s what I’m in
How in love would I be if I just cease
I’m in darkness with streaks in my soul
Groping for saving things to hold on
But nothing have my hands touched
Just bleeding with scabs never settling
‘Cause everything’s pointless in my world
And baseless existence ain’t that fair
No rhymes and styles ‘cause disorder’s here
Just dawdling away with this numbing life
I don’t know where I’m going
Breathing in and exhaling sighs
It’s all I’m living for
No dreams, no hopes, no destination
They’re found dead in the living
You find it pathetic and dull
Maybe it’s true but it’s what I’m in
How in love would I be if I just cease
I’m in darkness with streaks in my soul
Groping for saving things to hold on
But nothing have my hands touched
Just bleeding with scabs never settling
‘Cause everything’s pointless in my world
And baseless existence ain’t that fair
No rhymes and styles ‘cause disorder’s here
Just dawdling away with this numbing life
It makes me inexplicably sick when I’m in good warmth
It makes me powerlessly sick when boxes block my path
It makes me awfully sick when morsels fill my table
It makes me painfully sick when rest is all I handle
They all make me sick ‘cause they made me a dead’s heart
When I’m in all these, seeing my own kind in a sadist’s art
I’m only left with my conscience still keeping me tight
And now, it makes me hopelessly sick when I can’t sleep tonight
It makes me inexplicably sick when I’m in good warmth
It makes me powerlessly sick when boxes block my path
It makes me awfully sick when morsels fill my table
It makes me painfully sick when rest is all I handle
They all make me sick ‘cause they made me a dead’s heart
When I’m in all these, seeing my own kind in a sadist’s art
I’m only left with my conscience still keeping me tight
And now, it makes me hopelessly sick when I can’t sleep tonight
It makes me inexplicably sick when I’m in good warmth
It makes me powerlessly sick when boxes block my path
It makes me awfully sick when morsels fill my table
It makes me painfully sick when rest is all I handle
They all make me sick ‘cause they made me a dead’s heart
When I’m in all these, seeing my own kind in a sadist’s art
I’m only left with my conscience still keeping me tight
And now, it makes me hopelessly sick when I can’t sleep tonight
It makes me inexplicably sick when I’m in good warmth
It makes me powerlessly sick when boxes block my path
It makes me awfully sick when morsels fill my table
It makes me painfully sick when rest is all I handle
They all make me sick ‘cause they made me a dead’s heart
When I’m in all these, seeing my own kind in a sadist’s art
I’m only left with my conscience still keeping me tight
And now, it makes me hopelessly sick when I can’t sleep tonight
It makes me inexplicably sick when I’m in good warmth
It makes me powerlessly sick when boxes block my path
It makes me awfully sick when morsels fill my table
It makes me painfully sick when rest is all I handle
They all make me sick ‘cause they made me a dead’s heart
When I’m in all these, seeing my own kind in a sadist’s art
I’m only left with my conscience still keeping me tight
And now, it makes me hopelessly sick when I can’t sleep tonight
It makes me inexplicably sick when I’m in good warmth
It makes me powerlessly sick when boxes block my path
It makes me awfully sick when morsels fill my table
It makes me painfully sick when rest is all I handle
They all make me sick ‘cause they made me a dead’s heart
When I’m in all these, seeing my own kind in a sadist’s art
I’m only left with my conscience still keeping me tight
And now, it makes me hopelessly sick when I can’t sleep tonight
It makes me inexplicably sick when I’m in good warmth
It makes me powerlessly sick when boxes block my path
It makes me awfully sick when morsels fill my table
It makes me painfully sick when rest is all I handle
They all make me sick ‘cause they made me a dead’s heart
When I’m in all these, seeing my own kind in a sadist’s art
I’m only left with my conscience still keeping me tight
And now, it makes me hopelessly sick when I can’t sleep tonight
Son profil
DandeAchene
19 ans
Autre pays
RUTHLESS
People can't seem to classify their acts
Pond'ring on real goods can't flow through these ducts
For the heart to feel all harms that could hit
Seeing the world with its tenants on it
Racking and killing in gross ways wanted
Leaving all the tearful souls tormented
Can't grasp that the slaughtered is his own
Don't know how deep things can alter the mind
Slaying each other without regarding
Seems unstoppable since there's no mending
What's happening to mankind makes me sick
Downgraded with hate eased with a gun click
Living and conscious of one's existence
Allied with conscience that lifts man's presence
Sounds reversed with dried blood and hearts on land
Yielding ruthless anger that's to be banned
Pond'ring on real goods can't flow through these ducts
For the heart to feel all harms that could hit
Seeing the world with its tenants on it
Racking and killing in gross ways wanted
Leaving all the tearful souls tormented
Can't grasp that the slaughtered is his own
Don't know how deep things can alter the mind
Slaying each other without regarding
Seems unstoppable since there's no mending
What's happening to mankind makes me sick
Downgraded with hate eased with a gun click
Living and conscious of one's existence
Allied with conscience that lifts man's presence
Sounds reversed with dried blood and hearts on land
Yielding ruthless anger that's to be banned
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# Posté le samedi 07 novembre 2009 23:55
UNTITLED
Who gave you permission to bring me on this mess? Nothingness is my origin. I don't know what preceded me or what would follow next. I don't believe in what I can't see. All I can see are things concrete. I don't believe in what they call God, but I believe in my own God who lives in everything and everyone of us. Believing in things that I can't grasp through sight just add up to all my intricacies. It has misled you already. You "faithful" hater? Well I love myself and this feeling inside me which makes me see. It's a feeling that someone's there. Ever present and comforting - always there. No matter how defective I've become, he made me feel his presence. I don't believe in what I can't see but then I believe in what I feel.
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# Posté le samedi 26 septembre 2009 20:11
Modifié le samedi 21 novembre 2009 10:07
PICTURE
Eroding lands..Homes and lives in danger.
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# Posté le samedi 07 novembre 2009 23:45
TEAM
We're halfway done!..Picture!
:D
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# Posté le samedi 07 novembre 2009 23:39
ME
It feels good jotting down our names. We are in a task! A relief work actually.
:)
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# Posté le samedi 07 novembre 2009 23:23
Modifié le samedi 07 novembre 2009 23:35
STREAKS
I have control when I'm gliding it
It slowly rubs on my skin as I just sit
Battling all these passed miseries inside
Think at nothing but its tearing glide
Detaching feel when focus sets in
Arching some strokes gives this rite stir
Catching my breath when I can't explain the pain
Searching for good words to relate this thing
It has always been a beautiful moment
When it routes the surface and blocks are absent
Watching the hailing blood simply brings me ease
For a while it made real my existence then gave it bliss
It's somewhat addicting and unyielding when stopped
Until sleep hovers with me still gazing at the cuts
Sharing the night with dried blood on my fingers
Where it's worth all the gore 'cause I'm loving the chance
I wake up with checking the remnants on mind
Looking at and stroking the comely streaks where hate I couldn't find
Glowing on a pale hue with crystalled reds on my frame's crevices
They love me and I'm loving them more since the upholding feels are their promises
It slowly rubs on my skin as I just sit
Battling all these passed miseries inside
Think at nothing but its tearing glide
Detaching feel when focus sets in
Arching some strokes gives this rite stir
Catching my breath when I can't explain the pain
Searching for good words to relate this thing
It has always been a beautiful moment
When it routes the surface and blocks are absent
Watching the hailing blood simply brings me ease
For a while it made real my existence then gave it bliss
It's somewhat addicting and unyielding when stopped
Until sleep hovers with me still gazing at the cuts
Sharing the night with dried blood on my fingers
Where it's worth all the gore 'cause I'm loving the chance
I wake up with checking the remnants on mind
Looking at and stroking the comely streaks where hate I couldn't find
Glowing on a pale hue with crystalled reds on my frame's crevices
They love me and I'm loving them more since the upholding feels are their promises
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# Posté le samedi 07 novembre 2009 23:09
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