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The IllusionTried to play the victim, instead I pulled the trigger Does it make me the murderess if my target was the mirror? It reflected everything inside I wasn't meant to see. All the horrors from which I hide; made my past reality. The shards rain down upon me, cutting through like my dreams.The Illusion
In each piece I see a different disease, rotting off my angelwings. Fixated on this counterfeit emotion, that feeling when i've failed I couldn't stand the silence, nor the image the mirror held. Opaque stitching over a series of tasteless flaws. Spurious incantations muttered repelling such mortal laws. &n
by ~ManiacalSprite
Bad TripGunshots.Bad Trip
Running, she's gone deaf to her heaving breath and the sound of her footsteps echoing on the sidewalk. On all sides of her blurry figures loom on street corners, all of them staring past her as she continues to run. Lights. They bleed onto the pavement. Casting eerie wavges that fade into miserable screams. The shortlife. Like going nowhere, over and over again. Wrong street. Brick wall. DEAD END. As she starts to screa and trys to tear through the wall, her lucious cherry fingernails pop off with a lovely little crunch. She claws at it til her fingers begin to bleed profusely. Finally Tiri
by ~ManiacalSprite
TortureGrinding up pieces of my listless brain with a maniacal smile and a dead gaze. The contents of the soul in a bathtub nearby. Soaking in the remnants of past victims Contaminating outsides as well as innards. Gasmask assistant hands the tools cant stand the smell -loves the taste of flesh. Master sings suicidal lullabysTorture
to the skeleton children laying aside. Because no one can tell the difference here. Between the dead, and the alive.
by ~ManiacalSprite
OntogenyRecognizing finally, The uselessness of this ontogeny Around and round and round we go Til our own names even we don't know.Ontogeny
Onrush into the "ultimate promise" Tagged life, it's the ultimate onus. Transmitted like a virulent disease From god-fingers resting carelessly at ease.
Like pathetic puppets on invisible strings With no ambitions and mechanical dreams Controled like the evidence behind abuse Used up like the significance of an old excuse.
Put to rest in our bed of lies. Built for us by trust filled eyes. Hiding on the other side of
by ~ManiacalSprite
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- Current Residence: On a mountain; Alabama.
- Interests: My fiancee. Music. Writing. Art. Books. Movies. Fairytales. Candy. Rainstorms. Sleeping.
- Favourite movie: TheCrow|PartyMonster(!)|All"Batman"|RequiemForADream|DonnieDarko|GingerSnaps
- Favourite band or musician: Informatik.Tool.APerfectCircle.PinkFloyd.KoRn.Ween.TheCruxshadows.ToriAmos
- Favourite genre of music: Rock/Metal/Industrial/Techno/Trance/Gothrock/Rap/Classical/Anything...
- Favourite artist: Masse. Escher. Dorian Cleavenger. Kinuko Y. Craft. Josephine Wall. Luis Royo. Van Gogh.
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe. Stephen King. John Saul. Tolkien. Shakespear...just to name a FEW.
- Favourite photographer: Moj (!) Go here: www.bootlegeccentric.deviantart.com
- Skin of choice: Pretty. Pale. Cold & Frail.
- Favourite cartoon character: Beavis/Butthead,Batman,Edwardo,Cosmo&Wanda,Bart,Zim,Gir,Stewie,Daria,Courage...still just a few.
- Personal Quote: When we are forgotten, we cease to exist.
- Tools of the Trade: A pencil, pen, music, and a mind.
- Website: http://www.xanga.com/forsakenbybeauty
- AIM: xHorrorHeart
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