Do you have any delicious candies for MsOutCast?You cannot argue with my advanced logic.
*spontaneous jazz hands*
Yeah-started back to school.Got me one shitty schedule.
(like you care)
*emo moment*
I'm done.
ehh . . . . . . .
My neck's cramping now. And,it's late.
Good Night strangers.
O_o
A desperate Chorus?Wooden Curves, Fragile strings, And the finest of details. One of mankind's greatest creations. It has birthed masterpieces.A desperate Chorus?
Nothing's sweeter to the ears than that of the violen's luxurious voice. If you listen carefully, You'll hear them crying. Pouring and sobbing the sorrowful notes onto the polished hardwood floors. Throwing the musical wails into the air, Only to have their pain floating to the heavens.
Their mortal ears greedily eating the music, Taking for granted their pain.
Sitting in their fancy suits and gowns. All wearing the
Daisy Stems and Dead FliesRefuse to play those playground games. Go picking weeds on the outskirts of the school's grounds. Stumble across a outcast or two and make a life long friend. Never too late to sing a hymn. Hopscotch is off limits. Drunkily try to snatch a few crickets. Ignore those snickers and midnight quivers,in all due time. I know you hear what the others say. You'll soon discover that grown-ups think they know everything! They wallow in igonorant bliss, my dear. But you thrive in sunshine and bring harmony! So,show them no fear-drop not one tear!Daisy Stems and Dead Flies
The sun will skip acro
Two Way MirrorThis enigma has become an annoyance. That movement was intense. It's a shame we're artificial. Scorn and parched as we are, Anyone could be a diamond in the rough. Pretending love and faith for fear of punishment. Incinerating the insincere with facts of fiction.Two Way Mirror
It's all too much to comprehend in one sitting. For today, There are no more borders. Only conclusions. Both get jumped daily.
I've learned my lesson. I've missed the plane, But I won't miss the roses anymore.
Can I learn to dream as I once did? Far beyond that
Black VelvetThe stench of death is at your door,Black Velvet
You reach out a trembling hand to search for something more
Living on the edge of existence,
You reach inside, but only find silence
The absence of sound sleeps on your tender lips,
While your inner hell rages beneath Satan’s eclipse
Your tongue drips with black words untrue,
And when love truly comes to you
You send it out the door
Leaving you crying, wanting something so much more.
A shadow floats across your face,
Too many years of pain are not that easy to erase
You fall to your knees to scream in pain &nb
Pirate
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"I like art. Art doesn't like me but we get along anyhow."
ox.
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* I Feel Like A Hero;; And Your My Heroine*
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