VoidVoid, empty, hollow insideMore Like This
My dreams have fled, my hopes have died
Existence has no reason
Life's just passing with each season
He was my life, my hope, my love
All is gone, passed by thereof
The hurt is such no one should bear
What's to life, why should I care?
I weep all night for my love gone
My heart is sick, for death I long
My eyes well tears for love that's lost
I'll mourn always for the great cost
But in each day Lord give me hope
Strengthen me so I may cope
Grant me wisdom to help me see
Thy great way and not just me.
excusesI'm fine,More Like This
I'm not crying,
It's hay fever,
I'm not upset,
Just day dreaming,
I said everything's ok,
I'm not being bossy,
I'm a girl...
As if that explains it,
It's all ok,
I'm not tearing myself apart,
I said I'm fine!
Please ask again,
I'll tell you this time,
But I won't be nice,
No, it's ok,
It's perfectly fine.
No, I'm not ok,
Is that what you want to hear,
Well I have little friends,
All of those self harm,
A few are suicidal,
My mum doesn't care,
Neither does my dad,
But of course
Don't Be AfraidCome back, my friend, what's gone wrong?More Like This
I know that you're sad, but where've you gone?
I can't understand unless you help me
here for you, I still am, Annie
You don't have to be alone, to cry in the night
I'm here for you friend, it will all be alright..
To Write a Poemto write a poemMore Like This
to dance and keep time
you dont need abnormal talent
you dont even need to know the rhyme
.You need to listen to the lyrics of the world
to walk the line in the sand
To follow the feel of the music
to know where to stand.
poetry is not difficult
not in any way hard or advanced
you just need to know how to listen to the music
And let your words to the dance
To dance along the notes on the page
To let your mind be free
All a poem is
Is writing down what you see.
Why Do You Persist?!"Why do you persist? Is this for justice? I am the ultimate the justice; I AM PEACE. No more pain; no guilt. I will rid horror from the face of this planet. No one will feel anything any longer!" Tolec Nal demanded from Zevais. The two twisted monstrosities stared at each other as the moon's gleam was most intense. Each one was broken. Each could feel how badly either one was wounded. The two had spilled so much blood; there was no turning back. The time has far passed for an IV.More Like This
Half limp, Zevais stared down. Drops of blood fell from his eyes. "I forgive you," Zevais told Tolec Nal as he struggled to look Tolec Nal straight in the eyes.
"You... YOU forgive ME? Why am I so privileged? Have you lost too much blood? Do you have more mental problems?" Tolec Nal told Zevais.
"I know what happened to her. I know the hole. Everyone goes away. You let her down; I know your broken thoughts. No time, no chamber shall ever repair," Zevais began to explain as he struggled to walk.
murdoc profileMurdoc biographyMore Like This
Name: Murdoc Niccals
Birthday: June 6, 1966
Height: 5 ft 10in (177.8 cm.)
Years Active: 1998-present
Murdoc Niccals when he was born he was dumped on his father's, doorstep in infancy and went on to a very abusive childhood. It has been proposed that his many addictions and his sour attitude were due to his abusive childhood. Sebastian Jacob Niccals, (or Jacob Sebastian Niccals, depending on who you ask) was a spiteful drunk of a man who often verbally abused and exploited his sons (yes he has siblings). No one actually knew for certain whom his mother was, but most think he was born to a woman in an asylum for the terminally bored
Back when he was a child his father’s made little Murdoc Niccals perform in a local pub that had a routine talent show he was often forced to participate in so he could win his father drinking money. The performances arranged by his father were always humiliating song and dance numb