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[requiemboy.livejournal.com]

...i no longer believe in god... this is not a shocking revelation... but a slow dawning... like the slipstream of conciousness....

...it wasn't a great epiphany... just a whisper in my blood.stream... i am a fucking junkie... i deserve no god or redemption....

...so the concept has faded... and i believe in poetry... in girls' soft hair... in the sounds of the night and the rain on my roof...

...in love and pain and that feel of everything rushing away.....

...i believe that fairy tales are for the weak and the children.... and that i am no longer either....

...maybe just numb....

oh...the sky is empty

[uncharted-hate.livejournal.com]

well.
I feel pretty today.
not extremely beautiful but pretty.
This is my picture from this morning.

*sigh*
I lost my good blade. so now i have to use crappy dull things.

I honestly can't tell jeremy that i want anything because he will go out and buy it. I told him that i would really like to have the Crow original sound track and now he says he's going ot buy it just because it's easter...i don't like recieving things i don't deserve.

anyways.
Poem
STITCHES

The wound was open
It stung, bled and caused me pain
It couldn't heal itself.
But there are stitches
Sealing the wound
Closing the bitter chasm
It wll scar and hurt a little
But the pain will go away.

*bleeds out*