

Victims Aren't We AllVictims aren't we all, to the lies of deceipt. Victims aren't we all, that we fall into false hope. Victims aren't we all, to the untruthful love of another! Victims aren't we all, that we get beaten andVictims Aren't We All
bruised by the unfaithful. Victims aren't we all, to murder. Victims aren't we all, to backstabbers and theives. Victims aren't we all, Victims aren't we all, Victims.................... aren't we all.


ListenTo the Birds in the air, to the wind in your hair. To the poeple that walk the world, to the ants the live inside it. To the wavwes in the ocean, to the fish of the sea. To the sounds of the mighty tornado, to the clap of thunder. To breaking of anListen
earthquake, to the roar of the volcano. To the cry of the women losing their love, to the shells of war. To the howl of the coyote, to the cal of the lonely loon. To the one in agony, to the one hurting. To the one dieing. To the heart speaking, listen.


A Twisted MindBlood and pain, the ingrediants to forgetting. A way to deal with hurtful memories, yet painful miseries. Believe me i know. Razor in each hand, I take my time cutting and slashing and carving my arm. With the taste of my blood streaming down my lips, here on my arm for some one toA Twisted Mind
drink. I poured it into a glass when you ask for one. You ask what this is, because you've never tasted it. Hmph,
like i'd ever tell you. I say this before you notice
the blood upon my lips.


Aroma of YouA haze covers the room. The scent that you've promisedAroma of You
me, has now come to pass. Floating gently across the ceiling, up through the roof and out the
building. A trace of lavender and palm trees. It's so intising to me. The scent led me up the stairs to the bedroom, where i find you lying. You smile at me and then,
I know it's right. You and I stay for the night. And when I awake from my slumber, I find my bedside empty. With nothig left, 'tis true. I still hold on tight, the same way too.
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[If you love someone, set yourself free first.]
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[ There's the door, if you ever want to leave]
good stuff
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Make yourself do the things you have to do, when it has to be done, whether you like it or not, it's the first lesson that you should of learned, but it's probably the last lesson you'll learn thoroughly.
~ Shiroi ~
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The Pixel is my Pallet...?
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