

My WindowMy WindowMy Window
I tear out these black curtains That show my blindfolded sadness My story in silk, filled with villains And victims of their own madness
They are silk made of tears Once I cried and whiped me there Simple fabric drowned for years Now ripped out from its somewhere
Looking down from my window I hear the melodies of tomorrow
I left the microphone on stage So you could come and sing
Lull me to forget this rage Help me trough this feeling It hurts and pushes me down Making me wish to escape From this full hat


Nothing Left but Insanity.It seems today has no end... And tomorrow holds no future... And so I sit here, looking back on the history of eons past... I don't know why... And I don't know how... It's kind of strange, and a little odd to say the least... But I implore you to come and feast... Feast on my mind overflowing with pain... It's kinda interesting the things I've endured... I'm a little confused now, but not to sure... So much life to live, in such little time... Why won't I just die... I've tried everything to ease the pain... She's the only one that can... Beautifully sculptedNothing Left but Insanity.
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- From J. Jitrnicka with love. <3333
Gromph >:\
Recently I've learned that it's DROW, not DROWS. SO EVERYBODY GET IT RIGHT. THE INTERNET IS SERIOUS BUSINESS, MANS.
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Music=Life.
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~rikkurox: Are you still eating that damned Bible?!
~henryedwards: There aint no Gospel of James nomore!
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- From J. Jitrnicka with love. <3333
Gromph >:\
Recently I've learned that it's DROW, not DROWS. SO EVERYBODY GET IT RIGHT. THE INTERNET IS SERIOUS BUSINESS, MANS.
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Music=Life.
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- From J. Jitrnicka with love. <3333
Gromph >:\
Recently I've learned that it's DROW, not DROWS. SO EVERYBODY GET IT RIGHT. THE INTERNET IS SERIOUS BUSINESS, MANS.
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Music=Life.
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Music=Life.
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