Black-Dresses

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Nothing by Black-Dresses, literature

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Free Will by Black-Dresses, literature

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Free Will

And so these days pass to a week and the week to a year, After all this time the pain is still here. Unbearable sense of despair, I ask myself... "How is this fair?" To crawl on the walls of death, to look hate in the eye, if only I could make fear cry. To fight this weakness of loneliness and pain, to try and keep contentment inside my brain. But I dig my nails into the soil of solitude, I deafen my ears from the silence. I am mute. The more you revel in the entertainment of it all, the more it crawls back into your mind where the screams of despair lock themselves up within the echo of their voices. Hurt agitates the outcome

Ana knows the Answers by Black-Dresses, literature

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Ana knows the Answers

She eats away at Me, Tells me it's not okay. Don't let anything in, Just one more day. The day turns into a week. The week into a year. Now she's what I need. Now she's what I fear. Distorted image, so they say. Lovely lie, you're why I pay. Bones will be brittle, Eyes will sink in. All in an effort to be thin. It's all up to Ana. I know she will win. The television surrounds you, The magazines too. All the pretty models, We know that they love you. So addictive and false, We need you to get by. So time consuming and painful, We don't care that you're a lie. You hold us when we're weak, Keep us going when we're down

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They by Black-Dresses, literature

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They

He came again last night. Awoke me from my dreams. I lie there, breathless, motionless, waiting for the disapperance. I couldn't scream, I couldn't move. Looking at me with his small beady eyes... wanting a slight movement of my body. Anything to excite him, but I did not flinch. His mouth large with sharp teeth, his skin scaly and uneven like the corpse of a dead lover. Suicide victim, perhaps. A piercing scream was let out and the room begin to spin. Was I in hell? Surely not, I felt my soul... or so I thought. I glanced back, he had left. I ran, I knew they would be back. Crossing reality with a dream, I knew this was real. He dug his

Mourning Perfection by Black-Dresses, literature

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Mourning Perfection

I heard your voice as clear as a Raven's call, but I did not believe. I recall the words being spoke twice The pain flowed out of my eyes My heart wept as I ran down the lonely streets, Untouched in disbelief. I cried the death, like a siren I sang. Confused, hurt, shattered, alone What did you say? You love me? Love, such a strange word to hear from you. My heart stopped, I love you too. I saw your face in the clouds today, Hair curly like an Angel's, smile of the sun. Are you happy now? She said you were dancing in Heaven. Come to me, see me in my dreams How is it to have perfection? I feel your soul but your face goes uns

Presence faded by Black-Dresses, literature

P.R.T.H.H. by Black-Dresses, literature

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P.R.T.H.H.

103, 103 was all I could hear but no one knew what it meant. 103, 103. Eyes lie when they're filled with tears and the skies only hear the rain, the pulsating sound of broken promises. I tried to remember the younger years, but there were only scars. Scars you never lose, no matter how deep or shallow. The deeper you cut, the less it bleeds. Or so I wanted to believe. Maybe our wars were necessary. Without the bad there's no way to define good. I tried to hide the past, but I couldn't hide forever. The past controls the future, therefore Fate Will Destroy Your Mind.

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wilder3

Sep 20, 2005

Thank you for the favorite on the Hendrixian derivative deviation.
Hope things are going well At the new school. Laurens Aunt Anne Passed away. Last week. hope to haer from you soon you should see if you could get another partner for the Deaviant art page. Or tell your school chums bout it.
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