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Live in tainted dreams my dearest stranger,

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Chaotic Cancer.
Killjoy
Chaotic Cancer.
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 5
January 25th, 2010 at 03:34am
[font= Comic Sans MS]{Cast your eyes to a grey brick wall in the ally ways of Melbourn. Today we walk past it our eyes unseeing, aware that if we look we see the death plaugue that reaches through this world. This is barely time for reconition. One of the 'ill' may catch your eyes.

Draw your attention to the blood splattered on the ground but dont pause to see the words. Dash to get out from this rain.]
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My dearest stranger,
Here ive hidden inside a mind of wonder. I wish to share this world with you. Ive seen you hide beneth the rocky floor for way to long. My stranger you have seen no light. You have hidden beneth no darkness, you have seen no love or hate. My dear you have became a prestean creature filled with wonder. Allow our tainted words feul your passion for these days.

Look over to a setting sun and watch that rising moon. Let this beauty ignite insparation for you wrath. My derest perfect stranger avange this undying desire. Avenge those in our midst. The ones with each breath a pain in their chest. Let us see our passion and our message not gone to waste.

Yours truly, a figment of their imagaination.

Dear Starnger,

Your words intreague me. With our anger this world thrives. With our passion she breaths, with our death she grows. Let this breath not die inside our lips. Let this blood written graffity send a message to each small winking soul inside our darkness and deseption. This my sweet were words that weve gathered on blood stained lips. Its what weve seen and been and heared. Could we cast our minds to pityfill soldiers that bleed as we do? Are they also but a plaugue as we are? They are not homeless yet they are just as lost, just us hopeless as we are. My stranger you have yet to see meaning inside your life though it is there. I hide not between the light not between the dark nor in either. I am here waiting.. waiting for a glow. Can we return to a vindicated life if we remain as we are. If we remain... Perfect strangers

Yours truly, The one with out her soul.
Chaotic Cancer.
Killjoy
Chaotic Cancer.
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 5
January 25th, 2010 at 03:35am
Imagine this if you will.
One Plastic girl sat on the ground.
A spotlight ironically set upon her glassy skin.
her eyes bright blue with no emotion.
Her knees are bent as akward as they can.
Her lifeless body sent to the floor above the stage.
The strings gleam in utter pretence.
Thinking that they are invisible.
The music starts,
the curtains opened.
Each thing danced to life,
this show has commenced.


[right]His face it gleams with joy
no bitter remorse breaks these features
he holds the small thin canes
attached to the strngs
he yanks on one
and giggles as her hand pulls up.
It slapps her face. Not leaving marks on dull plastic
he dances her in an odd posed fashoin
across the oak floor
To make the kids laugh
[/right]She prances along
with not a thought
dressed up in black bobby socks
and slutty lace
no games dose she play
no sins does she partake
noone thinks that she feels
inside her mind she is real

[right]He guesses her body is something other than a temple
Its for him to violate and show off
each lace seems to slip off
as she finds the light dimming.
In her bed again
under the blankets
her monster he is
the feeling of jumping hearts
as he takes her once more
[/right]No heart beats beat
no breath breathes
no mind thinks
in her small world
she is dead
a horrid corps willing
no grave rests her soul
no face can haunt her dreams
no friends mourn her body
placed in a game
placed on a show
place in hell
with the devil the masquer

[center]not a slut
not a whore
just a girl not ment for show.
Chaotic Cancer.
Killjoy
Chaotic Cancer.
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Posts: 5
February 21st, 2010 at 08:30pm
anyone have any ideas to make these better?