| What an unproductive night. |
[15 Jan 2003|07:33pm] |
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NIN - "And All That Could Have Been" |
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"Everything is Falling Apart"
Whispers in the darkness
A tragic wind blows
The red sun rises
Blood has been spilt tonight
Searching for the Cure
To end this maddening cycle of
Neverending torment and desolation
The world is bleeding
The people are corrupt
And there's nowhere to run when you're
Trapped forever inside the caverns of
Loneliness
Pain
Love
The windows are painted black
Light is but a worthless and meaningless wish
Like Hope
And your only company is the thick, poisonous air
That haunts the very corners of
Your twisted imagination
The carpet is stained with only
GOD KNOWS
What kind of infected, disease ridden sweat
Or blood...
Or tears...
And your cries drown out the whispers with a
Deafening
Despondent
Symphony of Nothingness
Like the silent scream of a thousand broken gravestones
The corpse hangs in the closet
Its frenetic moan an undying reminder to
Your Failure
Eros is dead
And a Pale Horse gallops across the burnt fields of
Your Desire
So the chasm opens in the ground
And we fall into it
Like a dream
Or a nightmare
As the lost and weeping souls of
Our very darkest fantasies
Rip us apart
Limb from dirty limb
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| Are you ready to taste the Machinegun Majesty? |
[15 Jan 2003|01:52pm] |
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VAST - "Touched" |
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So it begins... My second online journal. It feels weird doing this again, because I vented so much anger, sadness, and frustration on my first journal. So this whole updating..."thing" carries a bittersweet connotation to it. Yet I haven't been unstable for quite some time now, even though I feel it beginning to come back. Bah, I shouldn't trouble you all with my whines on the first entry. You're going to get enough of that.
Anyway, I'm glad this journal can provide me with another emotionless, cold friend to vent on. I sure missed my first. Expect more updates by the end of this week.
Adieu.
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