

MurdererMy fugitive soles send showers of mud to theMurderer
heavens... It's all black And smears with living red... The blood on my hands... Oh God, my knife! Horror paints my expression- what have i done? He's not dead, is he? Where did you go? Where were you to save me? Oh no, not again... Plunging my hands into the coldest stream removes not a stain but my hands are Aaron's staff for this creek now flows with blood Oh Lord, can they see it? Why no answer? But lo, your face! Torn apart by some leacherous fiend... Your


Springtime EulegyWatching my life flicker and fade couldn't be as painful as this Just let go, watch as it falls every shard kisses your skin as a eulegy in springtime Just flash me a smile as I dig my own grave With a fistfull of sand you cover me last...Springtime Eulegy


RevealedMy head is caught low by my hand that keeps it from hitting the ground Waiting for you to come; you're already here The scent leads to my own hands, a self-accusation of guilt hid by a pleasing smile I'll never forget the look on your face as you looked past my guilty shell and grasped this filthy hand of mineRevealed


True LightOnce upon a time, there was a dreary old man living in the rainy city. His days were filled with darkness and grey, nothing of colour, save the neon lights of the bustiling, overcrowded, plastic city ever touched his eyes. One day, while sitting alone in his cold dark house, the urge came upon him, a longing to go outside. However curious this seemed to him, he decided to obey, quickly pulling on his overcoat and gloves, for it was a blustery December 24th. The sidewalk took no notice of his footsteps; for many a forlorn traveler have left their mark on its cold, cracked surface. As he walked on, he heard the bells of a church in the distanceTrue Light
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For the Greater good
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my best friends a butcher, he has sixteen knives.
Really much appreciated!
Greetings.
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To be human,it\'s to love men;
To be wise man,it\'s to know them...
MB-alfa.
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To be human,it\'s to love men;
To be wise man,it\'s to know them...
MB-alfa.
Glad you like my work...
Thank you very much!
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To be human,it\'s to love men;
To be wise man,it\'s to know them...
MB-alfa.
Bobby
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smile is good
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And I walk straight into this mass of mine.
And walk straight into this mess and watching you burn.
And I've come here to confess to the wind and the rain,and I've come here all undressed, for the numb and the du
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