07:59 Nov 01 2010
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What becomes of life when life its self is consumed in sorrow.
Sorrow swells my eyes shut to a dreamfiled world.
Dreams are now scares to me now, filled with constant blackness till the marrow.
People come and go, blackfaces only a friends face i yearn to reconize, but nver do.
Walked on, kicked, trampled and sweapt out of existance...i know this to well.
To confide in someone with out pregidice is to much to ask.
Acceptance, love, much needed by someone constant supplies, not just pitty passouts.
Will life grant me this?
Crule world, joys given to those who kill and abuse and throw them away.
Joys that would make ones heart such as myself start beating again from a cold sleep.
No..that can never be life prefers to twist and mangle the hearts of the true.
If not happieness, friens, family, love, joy and acceptance than what am i left to bear?
Ah yes, life blessid apon me shame, hate, cruilty, users and liars, luat and denial....lonlines.
A life worth living is a life earned....ive earned my way ive twisted and tied every lose end.
Twisted till my body can no longer accepts itself as its own.
Tied every lose end, wanted or not...all for the sake of living?
My closest thing to happieness was an inch close to deaths door.
My life is souly painful, content in its company i would sacrafice myself a million times over to experience ture love, passion and acceptance.
I am not greedy i would sacrafice one for the other....
liars for lovers...
pain for passion...
denial for acceptance...
but my life is mine, and to my dark prince i would give it, in hope of change.
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