Wednesday, 29 October 2008

• Song I wrote

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  Drowning in Our Sins

   

  Once upon a time, the world was alive

  Once upon a time, the flowers bloomed,

  No more

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  The ace was in our hands, threw it away

  Had it all just to lose it in the end

  Ignorance, vanity, greed, and belligerence

  Look where it got us

  No paradise, only a man-made hell

  Hypocritical oath of honesty

  Led by political bullshit

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  The fires burn, the world floods, the children suffer

  A self-created apocalypse

  Can you hear the people screaming?

  Screaming in a choir of melancholic song

  It’s a perpetual downward spiral towards insanity

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  I don’t need your preaching, you self-righteous, self-proclaiming bastards

  Just let me be, let me live to my own accord

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  How long until we’re hanging from our necks?

  How long until we’re bled dry from social suicide?

  Until the day we see the truth, we’ll never be free from our transgressions

  Drowning in our sins

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• Prologue to my Novel

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              As a human being I used to believe that I was immortal, that I was immune because of my luck. Of course that wasn’t the case because humans are fragile, with their bodies’ so easily broken. I was ignorant then, believing that there weren’t any consequences for my actions. It wasn’t until my death where I finally faced the truth, which was that life is full of consequences and I was no where near invincible.

  I never gave much thought to my actions while I was living. My life more or less was empty. I had no family since I was an orphan from a very young age, and the people who had raised me just did not care. I had never seen the world clearly through my eyes because of all the things that had gone wrong during my childhood, so as a teenager even to my young adulthood where my life came to a halt, I had the tendency to live by my own rules. I disliked authority and didn’t give a damn about other people’s lives.

  I had been a kid who was extremely lucky for being unlucky in terms of my situation. I always seemed to manage to get out of a situation without the consequences most would have to face. This was most likely the root of my ignorance as a teenager, believing that no matter what I did could not harm me or cause any consequences.

  I often ponder the reason why I was given a second chance. When I died that day it was only the end of my human life, but why was I given a new life? I certainly did not deserve the second chance especially because of how wretched of a human being I had been while alive. Even though many moons have passed since then, I still find myself in disgust about what I had once been, a monster of my own sorts.

  I’ve been told many times that everything happens for a reason, that my human life was just the prequel to my greater story as an immortal being--a vampire. I however, do not believe this. What could possibly be my purpose here on Earth? I cannot begin to logically grasp the idea that any good can come from what I am, a monster.

  Why would I be meant to slaughter countless innocent people while I was a living, breathing human being only to become a blood-thirsty, soulless immortal? The irony in all of it however, is that even with becoming something that while I was alive I idolized, I am appalled at the very thought of using my enhancements of sorts as some choose to call it. Some call it a blessing, I call it a curse. 

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• Poem I just wrote

  from time to time I'll put up a poem I wrote or song, and sometimes I'll put up a chapter or 2 of the novel I'm writing =]
  here we go
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  Best Friend

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  If I were to look up the definition of a best friend, I’d find you there

  If I need someone’s shoulder to cry on

  If I need someone to hold me

  You’re always there

  You’re the one I can always depend on,

  To chase away the monsters

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  The smell of you, the warmth of your body

  The feeling I get when you hold me

  Content beyond description

  You’re apart of me and always will be

  Though we will be apart for a time

  Know that I love you

  Know that nothing will come between us

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  You are the part of me that is permanently in my heart

  I’ll always be your friend

  No matter where life takes us, know that I love you

  We’ll always have our memories

  Of laughs, tears, fears, and love

  The hugs and kisses

  The times we’ve shared together

  You really are my best friend

  I love you

  
  
  this poem was written for Logan <3 I love ya Logan =]
  

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• Hi everyone! I'm just getting started on Xanga... Drop me a comment if you've got some ideas on what to do first - or just to say, Hi! :D

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