

Guilty OneI am the guilty one, but why? He never needs to feel guilt; for something that he Enjoyed So Much. Well, you shouldn't regret the things you do; I guess he is the lucky one. Does It Matter that he hurt me? Will it ever matter? Can it ever matter? No One Will understand how I feel. They do not understand the deep dark secrets I HaveGuilty One
Kept. Dark secrets+Harm= All the things that I am. Is there any way to change The
Very Equation that seems to make me? Is there


I feel it in my bones...I feel it in my bones, the gentle hums and tones. The call I hear in this place, it's a steady little pace. Now they are a loud moan and now I have been shown the evil stance and cloaked face; while, he carries a swinging mace.I feel it in my bones...
I try to scream out loud; I cannot seem too proud. No one can seem to hear; my eye is filled with tear.
The evil one comes near and he seems rather sheer. I cannot run or hide, there is no time to bide. He comes to leer and peer, and now he starts to jeer. What a terrible ride; there's no one


Sonnet 1Drowning in dark bottomless waves; my bright light lures me faraway. Lurking behind stones in caves; he pulls me into the sunlit day. Being close to him makes me secure. No matter how safe, demons come to call; ghosts of the past, and they're anything but demure. He holds me against their degrading drawl. On a warm island in the sunny glow; he and I holding close, soft caresses, listening to the water flow to and fro. In this place with him there are no messes. He and I are one together; hopefully, this will last forever.Sonnet 1


A SumA SumA Sum
Long before our time is done, we accumulate a sum.
A penny for some wasted time;
and guilt adds up to a dime.
Whatever shall I be fined; for the topics on my mind? How much is a suicide; or the plan for me to hide?
Times where I've said no;
where he wouldn't stop and go; having no voice to cease the fist; all those times of being pissed...
Long before our time is done, we accumulate a sum.
'tis appreciated!
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.. L'enfer c'est les autres ..
Jean-Paul Sartre
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hrm
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people get knocked down but champions get back up
^_^
oh and another thing Sorry lades but Dante from DMC is mine !!!
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We were the Kings and Queens of Promise,
We were the phantoms of ourselves.
Maybe the children of a lesser god,
Between Heaven and Hell,
Heaven and Hell.
~ "Kings And Queens" by 30 Seconds To Mars
I forgot you had a deviant account... ha ha.
I'll be sure to check out yourself.
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We were the Kings and Queens of Promise,
We were the phantoms of ourselves.
Maybe the children of a lesser god,
Between Heaven and Hell,
Heaven and Hell.
~ "Kings And Queens" by 30 Seconds To Mars
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