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The Knife Brutus Held Now I know how Ceasar feltThe Knife Brutus Held by ~ramendoza
Stabbed by the knife Brutus held
You were treated as a friend - a brother
And you really returned the favor
Your timely death will come along
Trust me, it wont be that long
I can't keep up with all the dread
Emotions filled with anger and hatred
Never bank on what they say is true
Empty words unleashing hell upon you
Your timely death will come along
Trust me, it wont be that long
You are the perfect enemy
Masked as a friendly entity
You use friendship as your shield
Tongue as your weapon, now I bleed
Your timely death will come along
Trust me, it wont be that long
Theres no use in thinking
While
Two Sides of a Coin LoveTwo Sides of a Coin by ~ramendoza
A sword piercing through the heart.
Pain
A silent delight of dread and misery.
Nightly the cold comes
Piercing the heart
Burning the soul
Falling through the depths
Of Hell and all.
Taking the body
Consuming the mind
Reaping the entrails
and organs galore
Of this tired shell in kind.
We submit
We then give
And then we fail
Beginning our suffering anew.
Repeating the mistakes before.
Life
A game we play which we always lose.
Death
A coward's way of ending things.
We try to perceive
And then comprehend.
Life dealt its cards
We must play through
Or accept the facts we abhore.
Her crescent descends
Leaving us bit
Between Trickles In your headBetween Trickles by ~ramendoza
you scream
Letting out
the insanities within.
Then you tightened your grip
holding on
To the last piece
of your broken self.
Shout
to the deepest
Caverns of Hell
descend upon your own.
Drops of blood
trickle between your legs
Life now lost
the unborn sacrificed to death.
The Trial Walk away nowThe Trial by ~ramendoza
For you are no longer needed!
We are the new necessity
The new pantheon-
You are but false gods
Pretentions and lies covering the truth!
You mask yourselves with hope
But enslave those who believe.
For they are the birth-giver!
Called us forth,
They needed us
And enslaved themselves before us!
And yet you continue
To let them be of such-
Look who is talking
You call yourself the All-Father
But you heeded them to sacrifice
You taught them to butcher!
You taught them to kill!
You taught them their undoing!
For it is the necessity!
Falling Its past two and I can't stop thinkingFalling by ~ramendoza
Of your face and your lips smiling.
Here I am, now writing
At the same time, hopefully wishing.
I remember the moments earlier
And it just makes me so eager.
I wished the train would stop
And fill the little distance, our heart's gap.
I dream of your embrace
A sweet drug I long to taste.
I think of the texture of your hand
A feeling of something grand.
And to be frank, I dream of your kiss
Oh! It would be such of celestial bliss!
I take the leap within the heart
And try to convey it in this art.
Hear this heart beating
Feel this soul burning
Now I have to tell you something
For you, I
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i'm not nice; i'm not even the classic-sweet-girl that you think i am. and when you finally get the chance to penetrate my world,you'll find an erotic part of me. and you'll be surprised that i'm jaded & bitter. QUESTION: will you still love me?
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It took me 2 hours to finish an artwork. It will take a lifetime to be a real artist.
One sure thing though, I'll never pay for sex. <-- good for you. its nice to know that not all men will do everything just for a plain sex.
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It doesn’t make it better that you’re gone
It doesn’t ease the pain at all
That you’re gone.
- Gone, Urbandub.
I especially like the 4. strophe.
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It took me 2 hours to finish an artwork. It will take a lifetime to be a real artist.