

BlindedBlindedBlinded
I walk the streets openly, Listening to the pleas for help. None cry to me, But Im there.
I rescue them As they thank their savior. They devote their life to this guardian As they walk through me.
I am a ghost to them, Nothing more than a phantom. They ignore me as an illusion And I call them hypocrites.
There are some that see me, But are never in need. I can give them sight, But they can see.
The blind need my help, But cannot see me. Those who can Do not need me. &nb


I Am The WriterSitting alone inside my head, Inside my heart I seek, My will to resurrect the dead, And in my soul you peek,I Am The Writer
When you hear my words, Open your mind and touch the stars, Listen for the birds, I describe on mars,
The blood-red sand,, With a cold and warming glow, Accompanied by a magical band, Whose heart I will throw,
Into the darkest pit, When you hear my tale, Of a knife used to slit, The struggling girl begins to flail,
From the fear of the ghost story, Made inside my mind, With detail so gory, That


A DilemmaYour best friend keeps stealing your pets to sell to medical science, and you suspect he uses the money for drugs and Labour ad campaigns. You confront him, and he stabs you. You don’t want to stop being friends with him because you are scared he will burn your house down. What do you do?A Dilemma


I think of you.Dying suns and dwindling lights; I'm cold for you. Falling leaves and a bitter taste; I cared for you. A thunderstorm in an ocean of sorrow; I remember you.I think of you.
Rolling dice and taking pieces; I played with you. Abundant water of comedy; I laughed with you. A shattered smile and a broken mirror; I cared for you.
At the core of things both surreal and not; I bonded with you. Winter winds turn to springtime rain; I mourn for you. A grave with flowers next to a name; I went with you.
The welcome release of the weight of yo
You're not a bad artist yourself. Be sure to look at more of my stuff *cough*
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Okay, look. When I went to write this signature/message thingy I had no bloody idea what I was going to write so I just decided to keep blabbering on until I ran out of letters, so far this has not happened. Wow, that was a long sentence. Hey, no room!
It is so very appreciated.
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No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
~ Bram Stoker ~
Here endeth the lesson...
R.I.P.
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"Without Music, this life would be meaningless"
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-'♥'- I love hearts. They are symbols for life, love and humanity. ~ Ville Valo -'♥'-
.x.x. "You're not normal, you're an angel." .x.x.
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-'♥'- I love hearts. They are symbols for life, love and humanity. ~ Ville Valo -'♥'-
.x.x. "You're not normal, you're an angel." .x.x.
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"Must you play that infernal racket?"
“Sorry, but yes we must. Or else, our devil worship won’t work properly.”
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~Becs77777
~InuandNeji =Predator9555
~vampyre-hime ~HyperModel
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