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PoisonedRose
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Name: Lynsay
Country: United States
State: Oregon
Birthday: 8/21/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Theater, singing, acting, cutting edge films, horror films, classic gothic literature, black metal, celtic music, rock, classical, film making, hallucinogens, randomness, scene-causing, drinking, Medeival &; Rennaissance era, late night shopping cart races in Safeway, angering crazy hobos, poetry, writing,, embarrassing myself and others, darkness, night time, Gothic art and literature, dreaming....
Ok I'm getting sick of this I'm off to bug my family.
Expertise: singing, acting, writing, conspiring
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
Message: message me
Member Since:
5/5/2003
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| ~Silver
Lullaby~
Elegantly
tarnished
Worry not tonight, my broken angel
says the
unseen corruptor
and now the
void sings
a silver
lullaby
like the
caress of an invisible lover
a shower of
fictitious nirvana
the beautiful
illusions of
a thousand
promises
that
everything will be alright
the silver
lullaby
which sings me
to sleep
the reassuring
embrace
that is there
like you aren’t
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| When your body's tarnished
and your innocense is ash
and your pretty face
is bloody & slashed
When you're waiting for the requiem
And you know you partook
in the things condemned
When there's hatred in your eyes
and lust in your soul
You're broken to pieces
You're out of control
You know you've lost nearly all sanity
Then you'll understand what it's like to be me
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| Roxy and I were discussing how there should be more people like us in the world; we are embodiments of abstraction; we have the blunt dryness of realists but also the limitless imagination and creative insanity of the most detached dreamers. We are all at once the ones who are the most passionate and the ones who really don't give an infected rat's ass. More and more I'm enjoying our status of complexity & recklessness.
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| Parties & consequential thrills
Mental instability & perscription pills
It's not over, no, not over yet
I'm still trapped in this cycle of impulse and regret.
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| Another night, another corpse
Vengeance unresolved
A thousand broken vows
A prophecy dissolved
Indulgence in excess
I'm starting to decay
There always was a choice
But I did it anyway
We fall in the gutter
Though still we'll deny
We live on an impulse
And on impulse we die
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