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created by my mental delusion.
everybody lies cuz nobody tries. all i see is despise in all there eyes.
my soul has been drained from the damage sustained.
Am i a victim of things ive done to maintain.
The darkness is where i rest, but its in the darkness Im at my best.
In a room with no lights, is where i choose to fight.
The warmth of the outside my kryptonite.
I dont fight an object. I fight what i feel.
if i make it till morning then ill heal.
They say the things i see are all in my head.
But there as real as ever when I lie down in bed.
Time stands still, for those who seek the thrill of not know who will kill
In my world of constant sadness. The sun ever showing his madness
giving way to the rains of emptiness. accompanied by the winds of indecsiveness.
All nutreing the fruits of happiness

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No real title

Contributed by iamyown on Tuesday, 17th May 2005 @ 05:41:16 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

My whole life has been in seclusion.Living in the prison of my illusion.
created by my mental delusion.
everybody lies cuz nobody tries. all i see is despise in all there eyes.
my soul has been drained from the damage sustained.
Am i a victim of things ive done to maintain.
The darkness is where i rest, but its in the darkness Im at my best.
In a room with no lights, is where i choose to fight.
The warmth of the outside my kryptonite.
I dont fight an object. I fight what i feel.
if i make it till morning then ill heal.
They say the things i see are all in my head.
But there as real as ever when I lie down in bed.
Time stands still, for those who seek the thrill of not know who will kill
In my world of constant sadness. The sun ever showing his madness
giving way to the rains of emptiness. accompanied by the winds of indecsiveness.
All nutreing the fruits of happiness

Copyright © iamyown ... [ 2005-05-17 17:41:16]
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Re: No real title (User Rating: 1 )
by mindset on Tuesday, 17th May 2005 @ 05:52:02 PM AEST
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Man sounds like we eat the same fruit they is just raire or we should spare but i feel we is all just victims of our own desires yet unfed we is just alone to die in our own obscure.

Re: No real title (User Rating: 1 )
by mindset on Tuesday, 17th May 2005 @ 05:54:33 PM AEST
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Oh yeah it comes from deep down you keep it alive cause the world will take it away its special out last desire feed it and dont let them starve it :)

who we are is the world of lost
here to say what we all have forgot
....

Re: No real title (User Rating: 1 )
by Fears on Tuesday, 17th May 2005 @ 06:04:27 PM AEST
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that was deep and good...
Word.

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