Monday, July 31, 2006

I'd do anything
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-by MEL-. it's supposed to sound desperate, I guess. There's a sort of climax thingy going on down there if it's visible.

I am on Earth,
Or am I?
Is it just some place faraway,
all that my thoughts can concede?
Is everything a mere blur,
or was it just a whole crap of lies?

It is me in the mirror I see,
It is like the aces and spades in cards,
They stack up and reshuffle,
lining up, and in the end,
they're still cards,
all the same,
always.
forever.

They say that the world is a bed of roses,
but dont roses eventually wither and fade away?
They go forgotten, into places of their own.
I hear their snigger, I see their callous snipes,
Cant you see? They aim so viciously at me,
Without a trace.
I'd sooner or later-
Vanish.

For I'd give a million bucks,
if that could buy all the happiness in the world,
materialistic gains that seem to be so indulging,
They put smiles on people's faces, so radiant.
Faux pas, and oh, that sleek handbag,
They slaughtered a gorgeous crocodile to get it,
And it's beautiful.
But I have nothing.

The days of hunger and lust,
Who wouldnt want to be the one and only?
It is the ravenous appetite of a caveman,
The basics, mind you.
The longing to feel, feel what is real.
For once.
Oh, maybe twice,
What would you know?
Im famished,
Very.

And I'd do anything,
Anything at all,
If I could omit my name from the Book of Life,
With blood and tears and stupidity to please.
It'd be perfect.
If I could yank out the atrocities of my stomach,
Oh magnificent.
If I could just drop dead and cease breathing,
The sun would just keep on breathing.

For even if it meant,
downing a cup of lethal poison,
stabbing the ounces of my swimming veins,
or merely stroking the knife,
Just to forget who im made to be,
And escape from this mirrored world,
Where friends and foes kiss and live in bliss,
The pretence, the transparency of my existence,
Even if it meant.

It would mean everything.

1:29 PM

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melissa - elisabeth
mel/lissa - lisais
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chij st.j - sphs

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previous compositions
- Conversation among vampires.
- The Rock Concert.
- Decade.
- it's not
- Confusion
- oh yeah?
- Sting of the venom.
- Fire.
- de amour.
- i just don't know


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