Thank You
-anotherfallensoldier


American ReflectionNothing is sacred Life is just a state A series of catastrophic failure and fantastic successes The human mind can suspend to two mass feelings Of unstoppable love and brutal hatred The human animal is a disease A cancer to this planet Like all viruses must be stopped The human animal is obsessive It threatens to destroy it's world How can it deserve to be at the top I wish I could write more But my hands are paralyzed with pure disgust of humanity Drive thru religion Facsist overseas control Americal the beautiful Is a fairweather friend atAmerican Reflection


The Man in BlackDay 4 There's that man again He's always out there I think he's watching me I think he knows I'm watching him tooThe Man in Black
Day 7 The man in black Smokes Pall Malls that wink from under his cap I can feel his eyes searching for me
Day 9 The man in black haunts my sleep He can read my thoughts I think he can see through the foil over the windows He's waiting for me, so I can't leave
Day 13 He's tapped my phone There's camera's in my house too It's been days since I took my pills He's put poison in them
Day 1


Midnight RetreatThis is a cerberal complex Weaving in and out of LSD dreams It's getting difficult to separate them from schizophrenic realities But waht more is the dream than the mind's own reality A midnight design of the subconsious Watching mythical deities blindly shaking their fists Such exist in the waking spectrum These can mark a catalyst in the eyes of the beholder Holding the thought of placid nightmares Retreat into your dream And ignore the waking worldMidnight Retreat


Smokers MemoriumLike a cigarette the days burn Only leaving the memory of ashes That are swept aside So like the embers pulling away burning away the binds of tomorrow Leaving only the smoke laden memories of before Smoke your days into oblivion Sweep away the ashes and don't look back Hold on to the smokey memories Cause it's all you have leftSmokers Memorium


GreyGreyGrey
There are ideas and thoughts and everything Im told not to say keeping a world in-between and grey
There are no more conflicts to argue no more sermons to scream and at the end of the day its just grey
No light at the end of some saviors tunnel nor damnation by a universal justice Im Suffering from my moral decay and Im still grey
Our father, who art in control that ever present mantra that never went away
and only assisted a life to be kept, and grey


MemoirsLittle toys with windup keys A music boxMemoirs
And white birch trees Jump rope contests Clapping games Trinkets with forgotten names A great new ball A wooden swing At night, the flapping of bat wings Small black shoes With frilly socks Sidewalk drawings made of chalk Paper boats And model planes Nothing which for long remains
I am praying for you
I wanted to come over your house and hug you
but manda said no one was allowed over
and you couldn't come out :[[
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I love you sososososo much
You are like my best guy friend
ever.
I hope everything clears up..
I don't know if I am allowed to call you or not,
call me if you need me okay?
I can be there anytime of night or day.
You are very important to me. K??
<3<3<3<3
lovelovelove
DEZZY
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That's what she said.
Love
You
<3
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I fell in love with music before I fell in love with you
Still don't think it's one of my best, but I hate it all ha
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"If Jesus was a Jew, how come he has a Mexican first name?-Billy Connolly
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"If Jesus was a Jew, how come he has a Mexican first name?-Billy Connolly
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I fell in love with music before I fell in love with you
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You'll never know dear
How much I love you
Please dont take my sunshine away
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I fell in love with music before I fell in love with you
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myspace.com/asylumsunshine
Send This To All Your DEVFriends, And Me If I Am 1.
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!
1-3 you're a bad DEVfriend
4-6 you're an ok DEVfriend
7-9 you're a good DEVfriend
10-& Up you're a great DEVfriend
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With wishes of never seeing tomorrow
And new scars upon my wrist
I will cry myself to sleep tonight
Because I know tomorrow Ill still exist.
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