It's all so... dead.
And I am so tired of all of it.


"On Love"The physical aspect is useless A touch only sensation 'till you put emotion into it Muscles and good figure fade in time But what of the feel? Of lips and breath on skin? What of that transitory thrill? Lingering like a ghost in my memories It seems "love" Is being confused with "lust" And that the meaning Is lost on you &nb"On Love"


"Falling Skies and Seawater"The world dropped, and I wasn't paying much attention to that Cause the sky seemed the same blue that it always was So how could I have known That those clouds were only clowns on the consciousness that is was and never will be?"Falling Skies and Seawater"
Guess the only things that float are hopes and dreams but somehow the fall feels like flying and I wouldn't change anything in that solitary thrill. Like rising from my hangover and feeling the life rush back Sea air and sickness praying the sand hasn't buried the best parts of me Or unc


World's EndThe world ends On the lids of a dreamers eye Kissing the hem of eternitys robes The whispers echo in the winter air Calling memories of frost ridden trees In the forest I stand Holding you close to seal the memory That I know has not happened yet And fear that death Will wrap me in her arms Before I wrap you in mineWorld's End
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whatever you are, be a good one.
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Spread The Love, visit a Random Deviant [link]
"God's the real artist, I just hold the pencil."
And I miss you like crazy, please, when do we get to see you again?
Really appreciated...
Regard's
AngelOfBlood
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HATE YOUR ENEMIES WITH A WHOLE HEART AND IF A MAN SMITE YOU ON ONE CHEEK, SMASH HIM DOWN; SMITE HIM HIP AND THIGH, FOR SELF-PRESERVATION IS THE HIGHEST LAW!!
Luv
Caitie
this page is verry nice!!
see you
I'll be looking through your gallery now.
Keep up the good work, and remember to hug a Random Deviant.
-Kevin
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"Before we let euphoria convince us we are free...remind us how we used to feel before when life was real..."
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So what if everything dies in the end; we all know that a song always end but is there any reason to not enjoy the music?
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A Baltimore Love Thing
I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a dove
That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love
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