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Something More

Contributed by MyChemicalRomanceHeLeNa on Thursday, 4th August 2005 @ 11:48:03 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



Since the beginning of an ancient reaction I've dreamt of loving one so pure that I could retract and inflame what I've been secretly containing for so long. But after what we've seen and all we've done is there truly a way to reclaim innnocence in a hell of angels. Like butain on my skin, stolen from my eyes I've read whats gone into the light of all publicity to read what this obssession has done to a single tragic mind so lost in emotiomless eyes. From disfunctions to enraged cortages, you'd know if you were him. Counting your face among the living, a carnival of walking corpses so lost in the money-building schemes of realites reproachful torments. No escaping whats been said. Witnessing your lustful intentions stirs the very soul to wither in the thoughts of who was spending the time to write so many complicated words about a single existance. Hebceforth reading this you'd understand Only you. But what comes of later? Crimson lyrics materialized by vacant eyes? Should I be shocked or concerned, hurt or insulted, neither would equal the loss I've come to in this final approach. Although if your reality you'd not be reading, does anyone notice? Does anyone care? although I'd doubt you'd reply, send me a line when you know. figuring this ***** out proves far more challenging than walking with the dead things. i call home.





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Re: Something More (User Rating: 1 )
by Jane_Doe on Friday, 5th August 2005 @ 02:49:56 AM AEST
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Wow that was really sad. I feel as if I'm intruding but I just have to tell you that that was beautiful.


Re: Something More (User Rating: 1 )
by deepviolet on Friday, 5th August 2005 @ 04:19:15 AM AEST
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that is a great poem. it's mysterious and emotional and beautiful.


Re: Something More (User Rating: 1 )
by Zandria on Friday, 5th August 2005 @ 08:31:42 AM AEST
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excellent display of anger!
I enjoyed this!




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