The dagger of truth drips blood in a pool,
As it curls beneath the crown of hate.
Tasting, scorching and devouring, a rule
Of life. Eyes of pain glow from beneath, rate
And burn lies. Delivered with love, sealed
With a kiss, as pain rises. Unknown, the fury
Grows within. The blood, a sweet taste, fueled
By pain, grows with every splash. Slash and burry
All the pain. No one will care, no one can stop
What they cannot see. Pain no life can drop.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Authentic
Broken inside, the pain wreathing
It’s fingers touching, seizing, dominating
Every inch, every shred of life, stolen.
Freedom: Where have you gone?
Can’t you see me?
Can’t you hear me?
Stop drowning me out!
I’m real, that is undeniable, isn’t it?
I’m not from a mold,
Is that why you overlook me?
Liberate me!
Freedom: Where have you gone?
Broken inside, the pain wreathing
It’s fingers touching, seizing, dominating
Every inch, every shred of life, stolen.
It’s fingers touching, seizing, dominating
Every inch, every shred of life, stolen.
Freedom: Where have you gone?
Can’t you see me?
Can’t you hear me?
Stop drowning me out!
I’m real, that is undeniable, isn’t it?
I’m not from a mold,
Is that why you overlook me?
Liberate me!
Freedom: Where have you gone?
Broken inside, the pain wreathing
It’s fingers touching, seizing, dominating
Every inch, every shred of life, stolen.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Black and White
Black and white, makes, almost, every picture more classic. It definitely makes the shadows more enhanced.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
*nostalgia*
This picture takes me back. Back to the days where peace really did exist, and love was only a wish away. What happened to those days? Where did my life turn, and jump into its virtual tomb?
The Path
I'm beginning to think that with my camera, I can romanticize anything. And, who knows, maybe I can!
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