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Wednesday, 9 March 2005

This Night
The revolution has begun,
The wheels have already been spun,
The rest of the world,
Will now come undone.

Some day you'll see it my way,
You don't believe in me,
I haunt you everyday,
Come join me and see.

I'm tired of crying at night,
About nothing at all,
This feeling just ain't right,
This feeling ends tonight.

This night I feel used,
Definitely abused,
I don't wanna do it,
But I feel like using you.

I wish you could watch me die,
See my soul beneath my eyes,
Watch my life escape from me,
As I look up to the skies.

Posted by poetry/six6six at 10:05 AM EST
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Tuesday, 3 August 2004

MurderLoveMurder

At first I thought I wanted you
Now I know, I need you...
You are all that I desire
And after all, I have lost you...

Wrists are bleeding
Face is screaming
Leave me there
As I lay sleeping

I wish this was easy
And you would come back to me
Yet I sit here and wonder
Why you fucking HATE ME!!

Wrists are bleeding
Face is screaming
Leave me there
As i lay sleeping

You thought that I was a perfect drug
Now I'm a virus a fucking bug!
I don't want to but I have to
I will kill you to love you

Posted by poetry/six6six at 12:09 AM EDT
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Suicidal Tendencies

My whole life is full of shit
Some fear death, I pray for it
Don't want this shit, I'm sick of it
I've dug myself a bigger pit

My own mother, overseas
Can't stop these suicidal tendencies
If only she could see
What this girl has done to me

With Hitler as my idol
And the devil as my guide
I know I will be safe
As long as Satan's by my side

My love, My hate, My tender fate
All of this is desolate
None of it matters anymore
I feel like I'm bleeding on the floor

I am in a world of pain
And you've changed the way you act
Feeling all of your disdain
It's like your heart's been painted black

With Hitler as my idol
And the devil as my guide
I know I will be safe
As long as Satan's by my side

Posted by poetry/six6six at 12:08 AM EDT
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First Love

I wanna love you like I did before
Back when you weren't such a whore
Baby I am beggin you please
Don't make me get down on my knees

Soon I'll have no place to go
My stepmom's such a dirty ho
It is all that I can hope
That she would just go grab a rope

I just want to be alone
With my first love on the phone
We'd talk about memories
Memories of you and me

Times when we were together
And things couldn't have been better
Times when your love was affordable
Like our first time, behind the portable

My life will never be the same
It will never get back on track
I know that this sounds lame
But I really want you back

Posted by poetry/six6six at 12:06 AM EDT
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Insincere

What do you do when you fuck up everything
Do you sit and mope, and give up all hope
Or maybe some of us go for a rope

You never notice what they do
Until they se-per-ate from you

Whatever you do don't cut and bleed
This Bitch ain't worth it, there is no need
Fuck her, Fuck me, Fuck the Embassy

Don't need your apologies, they're full of shit
Don't want your speech, I'm sick of it

You couldn't even give me time
Time to try and make you mine
Time to try and make up my mind

I'm through with you, I've found someone new
Only if you knew, now what the fuck you gonna do?

I hope you realize this was your fault
You gonna sit and mope, and give up all hope
Or even better, maybe now you'll go for the rope...

Posted by poetry/six6six at 12:05 AM EDT
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Wounds Of Love

Caught in the whirlpool of dreamers
Around us, fantasy keeps escalating
With nothing but fear consumers
We embrace the endless time of loving

We thought we were meant to be
That our future was foreseen
That we're the only ones too ever see
What true love really means

At first, it started out great
It was too good to be true
It was more than just a date
It was simply me and you

But too soon we loved
And too late we knew
That our time was shoved
When our love was still new

With the value of us misjudged
We had to pay the price
Misery was created
Along with a love dice

The dice recklessly thrown
And falls hard does the first mistake
To us it is shown
Love can't be forcibly made

To begin, our feeble trust strains
To continue, our love evolves into hate
To remain, our last hope drains
And to end, sadly we blame fate

Though it's easy to pretend
What's the point of it then?
Can the guilty really mend
As time repeats again?

Our love is a dying patient
Suffering undeniable pain
Reading the doctor's diagnoses
Saying there's nothing to be gain

Our love was left to mime
And only reminisced as the ashes of us
Despair commits the perfect crime
And tricks us into broken trust

And even though we say
We want to love evermore
Inside we crave each day
To get away from the love that sores

Ensnared by truth and lies
Lost in the subway of eternal vow
The pleasure of loving cries
Where do we go now?

We gambled our love away
Thinking we could last
Instead we both strayed
And kept wishing for the past

We hurt each other too much
By loving too quick to last
With our hope still in misery's clutch
We pray this would end fast

Now we wish for everything to be
The way they used to be
But unfortunately, it will never be
The way we've always wanted it to be

We swim in unbearable pain
A polluted pool of us
We're both going insane
Our love evaporating like cold dust

The simplicity of us
The complexity of love
The innocence of one's lust
The mistake from up above

There's no comfort in the truth
Pain is the heart you buy
Glasses breaking the silent soothe
Knowing our love will soon die

Realizing truth hurts
We part as dying friends
Realizing this hurts
We part hoping love mends

Maybe it's better this way
Because we hurt each other so
With all the things we want to say
We just have to let it go

Wounds to deep to heal
Time to short to see
What we really wanted to feel
The meaning of you and me

Posted by poetry/six6six at 12:05 AM EDT
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Candie

You are the reason I live,
You are why I get up each morning and face the world,
All those faces staring back at me,
And the only one I really see is yours.

You are my everything,
Even though we're just teens,
You say that you're my princess,
But really, you're my queen.

I've fallen for you,
Fallen a long way, with many tears,
I will keep falling, for many more years.

I dream about you all the time,
Dreams that I could make you mine,
Not only just for a day,
But for a whole eternity.

Out of all the guys you could have with your beauty,
I'll never forget, that you chose me.

I love you Candace.

Posted by poetry/six6six at 12:04 AM EDT
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Monday, 2 August 2004

Untitled
It seems that everyone is against me
Including my own family
I just wish that they could see
The real person inside of me

You have seen it in many ways
I have shown it on many days
You might not see it on my face
But the sight of you takes my breath away

I can't stand to hear about you and other guys
But i guess it's just my demise,
Because every girl i've ever known
Has fallen for another guy

I just can't let that happen
You mean too much to me
Would you run or come back
If I were to set you free

Posted by poetry/six6six at 12:11 AM EDT
Updated: Monday, 2 August 2004 11:45 PM EDT
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Inside Of Me

Some say the world is coming to an end
I say, it's just the beginning
Some say, God will come back to us
I say, He was never here in the first place

What is it that we do?
On this planet we hardly knew
Why not have some fun?
And undo every screw

Cut my wrists, just to see how much it bleeds
Tease it with the dripping blood, just to watch it when it feeds
This pain is all I need
To keep the beast inside of me

Why not choose what we want to do?
Instead of listening to some "awesome power"
You CAN do what you want to do
This thought makes the weak men cower

People think that I'm a psycho
Because I have different thoughts
But little do they know
That I'm planning all their death plots

Cut my wrists, just to see how much it bleeds
Tease it with the dripping blood, just to watch it when it feeds
This pain is all I need
To keep the beast inside of me

Posted by poetry/six6six at 12:07 AM EDT
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