The Destruction of Everything
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Thread Topic: The Destruction of Everything
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True..hey Maru..
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They could've kicked in the door,
but knew the gun was still with him.
One he'd already used,
and so they feared what he'd do.
I floated up through the window of a room to the west.
I hovered out to the hallway, tried to listen in.
I heard them trying to reason, get him to open the door.
His uncle begging and pleading, half collapsed to the floor.
He preached of hope and forgiveness,
said, "There's always a chance to rectify what you've taken,
make your peace in the world."
I thought to slip through the door-
I could've entered the room.
I felt the burden of murder-
it shook the earth to the core.
Felt like the world was collapsing,
then we heard him speak:
"Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?
Can I ever be forgiven, cuz I killed that kid?
It was an accident- I swear it wasn't meant for him!
And if I turn it on me, if I even it out,
can I still get in or will they send me to hell?
Can I still get into heaven if I kill myself?"
I left the hotel behind, don't want to know how it ends. -
This is Angel by the way,i thought i was leaving so i gave away my accounts,but this website is to f---ing adictive..
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Have I not been clear enough in asking people to stay out of here? Is there something not painfully up front about me practically having a mental breakdown every time someone posts in here?
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That last one on the page was great..
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PLEASE STOP DAMMIT
I MADE A THREAD FOR YOU GO THERE AND STOP POSTING HERE -
Sorry,i didn't know...i thought you were writing songs of your own i'll leave now../leaves/
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Last night as the light started to fade,
and I watched the blackness creep in,
I thought I'd made it through the day
until I felt reality brush skin.
This world has its ways
of destroying a life.
As the light started to fade,
the dark opened my eyes.
"It's been a while," it whispered,
"since we had a good talk.
I want to know how you're doing.
I want to hear all your thoughts."
I fed it again, foolishly,
because who else would ask?
I fed the monster again
because it's all that I have.
And I told it that I'm scared
of the fact that I'm eighteen,
that I'm on the edge of independence
and still can't support me.
And I told it that I don't
want to be sad my whole life.
I talked about hopelessness
and the passage of time.
How I feel like it's over
and there's nothing to save.
I felt my hands start to shake
as I tried to calm the wave
of panic that was
speeding up my breaths.
I tried to stop myself thinking
of how I'll die before I'm dead.
I tried to slow down my heartbeat
because I needed to sleep.
I lay frozen in bed,
fist clenched, stricken by grief.
The monster tried to choke me,
wanted to hear me scream.
I fell asleep with eyes wide open
and promises that he'll stay with me. -
You pull the trigger just for fun,
forgetting I'm a loaded gun.
So hate me for the things I've done
and not for what I've now become.
I want this, I need this,
I love it.
Crawling from hell, falling from grace,
and now there's nothing left to take.
Leaving the past to the grave,
so we can reincarnate.
You sit upon your throne of filth,
condemning what you haven't built.
So hate me cuz you're standing still,
watching while I shoot to kill.
I live this, I breathe this,
you crave it.
Crawling from hell, falling from grace,
and now there's nothing left to take.
Leaving the past to the grave,
so we can reincarnate.
There's one thing you forget-
you can't make me play dead.
I've swallowed your bullsht,
no respect.
You make me fcking sick!
Give me a reason!
I won't bite my tongue.
I am not afraid.
Spineless, a dominion of nothing
is all you will reign.
You laugh, but what did you create?
Btch, you give a fcking aspirin a headache!
Through hell.
From grace.
There's nothing left.
Crawling from hell, falling from grace,
there's nothing left for you to take.
Driving the nail through my mistakes
so we can reincarnate. -
I like how everyone in that thread continued arguing about it when she slipped up and posted from her primary account.
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Motherfckers really need to learn to put sht in perspective. You're all going to die, sooner rather than later in the grand scheme of things. How are you wasting any of the time you have letting what other people think get in the way of doing what you want? This isn't a piece of candy you didn't get because another kid raised their hand faster. This is your life. This is all you get and then you die. Do what you want. Be happy. Listen to the music that makes you happy, not the music that you want other people to think makes you look cool. Curse all you want. Be weird in public. If you're with someone that doesn't want you making them look bad by acting weird, ditch them. I don't know about anyone else, but I don't have time for that.
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This isn't just an overused cliche "be yourself". I'm so serious. Think critically about this. If you put a lot of thought into this, the idea that anyone else can control how you behave is absolutely absurd. Please live. Being restrained is so distressing.
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I wish I could make you understand.
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I'm gonna lose in the end.
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I'm concerned about how true to my character my dreams are. Once I've stabbed them and see them squirming and gasping for breath and suffering all I can think to do is aim for the heart and lungs and try to tear up their insides so they can die faster.
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