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slowing drifting out of controThe headlights of my life are infront of me slowly fading away. I'm behind the wheel but it all feels unreal. I'm watching my life from the outside I need to break in I need to break out I need to break free I'm not in control trapped in the flow where did I go? look out below I'm starting to fade I'm starting to fall still a long way left on this long haul the lights of reality are bearing down on me from behind their lights bring a truth and in a sudden moment everything becomes clear and yet nothing makes sense. What have I done? &nbslowing drifting out of contro
by ~TheGhostofRobertLee
FallenI have fallen so far. So far into the deep, dark, murkey, bleak and hollow hole that is my sanity and life. I wonder aimlessly looking for someone to turn on the light, something I can't have or find. Awful and demented thoughts and creatures welcome me and I welcome them. I slip, fall farther from what I sought. The thoughts, they torture me, in ways you can't see, can't understand. The scars are there, below the skin, deep below, in my soul. I continue to wander, looking, catching a faint glimpse my pace quickens. I slip, fall, tripped by something I couFallen
by ~TheGhostofRobertLee
shells of memoriesTheir screams pierce the night. Cries from memories of a people forgotten. A dream. All is a dream. She wakes, sweat glistening against her pale face, realizing she has been left behind. Her end is near, no one will cry, no one will care, save one. Too blind to realize what she was seeing, too jaded by life to realize the feelings. They're gone now, only a memory to be longed for, a memory is all that remains of what was once a life. The life is gone now, she killed it off, it was too perfect, she thought she didn't deserve such. Her life, like the ones she has endedshells of memories
by ~TheGhostofRobertLee
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Beautiful Broken Angel BoyBeautiful broken angel boy With your tattered clothing and your crack cocaine Beautiful fallen angel boyBeautiful Broken Angel Boy
With your split personality and your self inflicted pain
Your picture is pasted on my wall Your cut-up wings look so small Your body is your own enemy Your eyes pierce right through me
Beautiful disillusioned angel boy With your minor keys and your smoking cigarettes Beautiful dispirited angel boy With your esoteric books and your dizzying pirouettes
Your picture is pasted on my wall Your cut-up wings look so small Your body is your ow
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- Current Residence: Roswell, GA.
- Interests: Art of various types, cars, computers, learning
- Favourite movie: It just might be Super Troopers but I love movies so I don't really have a fav.
- Favourite band or musician: currently Serj Tankian, Wyclef Jean, Gorillaz, and Rob Zombie are high on my list of music
- Favourite genre of music: pretty much anything besides MTV rap, I like hip hop just not when all they say is 'bitch'
- Favourite artist: Either Zack De La Rocha or Marilyn Manson for now
- Favourite poet or writer: Zack De La Rocha, Jim Morrison, Wyclef Jean
- Favourite photographer: myself mainly cause I don't know many others : \
- Operating System: vista >.<
- MP3 player of choice: I pod
- Shell of choice: pistachio
- Wallpaper of choice: floral...a joke?
- Favourite game: World of Warcraft, yes I was addicted but I'm clean now
- Favourite gaming platform: PC or Xbox 360
- Favourite cartoon character: The Punisher or Venom
- Personal Quote: I am a bringer of truths-I come in chaos
- Tools of the Trade: my mind, observations, dark demons
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/thatguythatyouknow
- Email: gotron2002@yahoo.com
- AIM: Thegeneral621
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qualunque cosa qualcuno dica a siete allineare, non lo credete a meno che possiate rivelarseli per allineare, o lo dimostrate falso nel manor corretto. l'amore è la cura allineare per tutto, io dovrebbe sapere. ho mai uno dei tipi più stupefacenti. partic
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