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Parents' Nurturing HandParents’ Nurturing HandParents' Nurturing Hand
Sometimes it’s best to not say a word during an argument, it only complicates things. A simple voice, an uncaring voice, will soon start to rise from the depths of the soul and travel through the lone plain hall. Soon it would echo in the child’s ears, slowly it will numb him, soon the feelings of sadness are ignored and taken as nothing, and finally the child feels no sadness at all.
Insignificance soon rules over the life of the child, like his lord, and he seals himself away in his own little madhouse. Could it have been a
by ~BeelzeLFallen
Current ThoughtCurrent ThoughtCurrent Thought
There is a sense of confusion in the air, it's as thick as fog. It's like going through level seven, somewhere down the middle, tearing limbs off their hanging. Screams can't stop, not even for a rest, not even for a second. Push on, disabled emotional. Slowly my sides are cracking, my mind is blowing, my heart keeps beating. Do I wish to stop? All that's left in me is a maniacal laughter streaming from despair, isolation, and outward pressures. Still I wonder, do I wish to stop? Sense of reality shot among the others, social normals with meaningless lives, and I look at them all beg
by ~BeelzeLFallen
Two BrothersTwo BrothersTwo Brothers
These two were meant for Arkham Asylum. Brothers, born of the same mother. Twins at one point,
now devil and demon. One evil from the very beginning, the other transformed by torture. It started in a mere apartment, somewhere in Gotham City, after a hideous murder.
“What have you done?” The room was covered in blood, organs splattered against the walls, cells dying before the eyes oh an innocent brother. The brothers had mature, one to preteen the other to old. Their mother were dead on the floor. One did them
by ~BeelzeLFallen
3307Wish I moved to Georgia, to a small town with a low population.3307
Living here has become far too boring, the buildings are being built and simply collapsing during construction. Each apartment starts to fill up with artists and families, dreams in the far horizon, but it caves in on them with a mere blow of reality. Wrecking balls wreck the insides, gut out, building shaking, heat turned off, what a killing. The land is dying, no more ground to start, take over another, keep it going on.
Could have gone to Georgia, not to long ago, build myself a house and live in it. Would have been peaceful, filled,
by ~BeelzeLFallen
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- Current Residence: Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY
- Interests: Writing,Reading,Music
- Favourite movie: Monty Python and The Holy Grail
- Favourite band or musician: Radiohead (currently)
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath
- Favourite game: Anything Violent, to take out emotions.
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- Personal Quote: "Bloody Hell" I say this way too much for a latino guy from Brooklyn.
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"The journey of life is a long and depressing path, but it must be started with a single step"
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Look behind me,
What do you see???
A government,
aginst it's own people.
The media is being controlled,
What truly happened is left untold.
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Look behind me,
What do you see???
A government,
aginst it's own people.
The media is being controlled,
What truly happened is left untold.
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So lets Bleed As fast as we Puke, never looking back. always focused on the moment at hand
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