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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

  • 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. 

  • 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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