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he'll...

He'll get his.
When he's lying alone in his bed at home and he's crying and sighing and wishing that i was around to talk then he'll know what it's like He'll get his.
When it's over and done and too late to go back when i know i was right and it was worth the fight then he'll know whats it's like (he'll get his)
When he realises what he's done driven a young girl insane realises ... realises... he'll know...
When he sees what it's like to be lonely to have no one around to hear not a sound when it's dark and it's cold and it'

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Corners of the NightThe room is dark, The night is still. Before I sleep I feel a chill That curdles my blood And freezes my heart. It's just a dream I wake with a start.
I see his eyes, Blue in the dim light of the mosquito lamp. His wide grin disturbingly close As he draws his hacksaw...
The contorted features are too much And I look away. Mentally I still see his face, The black teeth, false Corners of the Night
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Chaseso you think it's just a game? so you think it's all the same? never realised that the pain           could be too much to bear...
and yes you did ensnare this pacing heart, so scared        that i ran away to hide. but you found me in my
                                  hell-hole.
never knew things could get so tough with a sing Chase
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The Untitledand do you know what the worst part is?
You don't even care. As i sit here
- alone - talking to the unfamiliar faces in the dark. The monsters in my head scream silently, beg for my forgiveness.
The psychadelic visions of a dying life paint a pretty picture. They recount a tale of the oneness i once had -with myself. Split now into a million pieces, will i ever regain consciousness?
The unbreakable silence knows no bounds. The unthinkable suffering digs deep into my heart.
Once my refuge, now my torture. I ran to you for sola The Untitled
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Colour BlindDost thou know of my darkest secrets? Couldst thou ever understand? My life, lying before me, Seems pale in the reflection of Death's ocean.
Give me colour, that i may see thee well. The Black and White of life Has tired mine eyes. Men are either evil or naiive... There is no grey.
This pallor on mine face decieves them, For the evil in mine heart is unbounded. They think youth breeds innocence, Did they not see the Black in min Colour Blind
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Fri Feb 15, 2008, 6:22 AM

Mood: Tender
Listening to: The Printer!
Reading: Some old poetry
Playing: (with my hair???)
Drinking: Iced Tea

Aaaahh what a day.... What a wonderful day...

I don't know why i have a journal... I rarely ever put anything in it and when I do I feel sort of stupid doing so... But hey, everything serves it's purpose! This journal entry's purpose is to break the "monotony" of this afternoon, or rather, to give me a break from writing a relatively long and annoying report.

For those of you who actually read this, answer this: Why is it that we feel the need to "report" on our own lives, mostly to complete strangers, in this way? Personally, I derive a sort of satisfaction from knowing I can rant aimlessly without the fear of having it thrown back... What about you?

On a different note, I would just like to say thanks to all those who've supported my poetry in the past... Reading through it made me realise how far I've come since then, and yet I'm still the same.

Love and kisses
D

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Current Residence: Planet Earth
Interests: music; reading, writing; music...
Favourite movie: The Butterfly Effect; Donnie Darko
Favourite band or musician: My Dying Bride; Theatre of Tragedy; Opeth; Enigma; Portishead; The Cure; Depeche Mode
Favourite genre of music: Doom; electronica; trip hop
Favourite artist: Louis Royo
Favourite poet or writer: Anne Rice; Edgar Allen Poe
MP3 player of choice: Car stereo I suppose
Shell of choice: Turtles!!!! (...)
Wallpaper of choice: Blue, with silver lines... Oh you mean PC! Nope
Skin of choice: sortof soft, can be found all over human bodies...
Favourite game: Life
Favourite gaming platform: again, life
Favourite cartoon character: the milkman
Personal Quote: "For deadened, icy pain covers all the Earth."
Tools of the Trade: umm...