Where is there a place of no sorrow or abuse?
Here, in this land where good and evil made a truce.
Everyday is better than the day that came before.
Reaching out only in dreams exists the evil's core.
Each time the day gets better, the night-terrors increase,
Sending waves of shock that during sleep never cease.
And if you try to stay awake, you will surely fail.
Daily sleep will come to you then evil will prevail.
Nightmares are a small cost to pay in this place.
Even though it seems okay death does leave a trace.
So many times death comes nearer than it should.
Sleeping eternally in death is also never good.
Only sleep is bad they say, this includes death.
Never again a smile returns when you lose your breath.
Living may be dandy, but when it's gone you're in hell.
Yes, this is the truce made making only life swell.
Eternal sorrow haunts in death and in rest.
Xanadu comes when awake, life is blessed.
Instead of having problems, you go through heaven first,
So once you're dead you're gone from it, you're cursed.
That's the story I've heard of this world away from here.
Seemingly perfect, having sleep as the only fear.
Instead of having that perfect life, I'd rather have this one,
Not one of perfect happiness then hell when it is done.
Nightly dreams of wonder, and only some of bad,
Instead of terrors in the night always being had.
Getting used to problems, and fixing them too.
Having issues is better than everything done for you.
The days may not be perfect, but that's okay with me.
Making life hard lets problems be easier to see.
Anything can happen, everything can go wrong.
Remember however our troubled life isn't long.
Each day is closer to being in a less flawed place.
Sitting in hell isn't worth it, wait for God's grace.
thanks
"Sometimes the greatest tests of our strength are situations that don't seem so obviously dangerous. Sometimes surviving is the hardest thing of all"
Take a look at her for a little while, who am I referring to the angel who never does smile. She has tattered torn black wings, unlike the other angels she never sings.
A fallen angel not allowed to wear white condemned to wear black, cast from heaven to never come back.
Bloody tears fall from the sinful angels eyes, the fact she doesn't trust anyone is no surprise. Shes fallen in the darkness and has begun to descend, then after awhile she gets to the end.
What is the end? It is the darkness floor, with no escape, window, or door. Then knifes hit the floor in front of her she thinks can it be?, yes these are the knifes I used to cut to get the pain out of me.
Shes so numb she wants to feel, the bitter, sharp, cold, steal.
So she picks up her to best friends she has ever had, the ones who were always their when she was ever so sad.
Then she continually plunges them into her heart but alas the numbness doesn't go away, instead it just clings and continues to stay.
Then she pulls them out and throws them on the ground, shes screaming, angry, yet makes no sound.
She regrets keeping everything inside for she thought it would go away after awhile, all though she hid the pain she could never smile.
In her opinion smiling is something only happy people do, but that she could never bare to. So day after day the pain tore at her heart slowly inside, what was good eventually died.
She cut and cut to ease the pain inside her heart, trying to keep herself from falling apart.
Then one day she cut to deep and the blood wouldn't stop gushing out, but no one heard her cry or shout.
Though cutting helped her and she thought it was worth while, its sad she never got to smile
"Sometimes the greatest tests of our strength are situations that don't seem so obviously dangerous. Sometimes surviving is the hardest thing of all"
I'm so iconoclastic; I'm clastic
I only want you to think I'm fantastic.
I'll participate in what you believe,
If you give me the attention!
Yeah, yeah that's the only compensation
I want to be included in your conversation.
So am I "in" or am I "out"
What is there to think about! ?
What is that paint brush for?
Are you preparing to draw me?
No wait, please don't! I am scared,
Of what I'll see...
I'm not a perfect picture portrait,
But I am working on it!
I've been thinking about being cool,
I must have to admit!
Blame it on the corporate skyscrapers in the clouds,
But if wasn't for you,
We wouldn't have all these multiple crowds.
How am I suppose to choose, which one I belong to?
I think I'll perpetuate a pre-existing runway,
I guess it is all of the shit almost as cool as creating a fresh
New elaboration yourself.
It's a marker! it's a sign!
It's something we define!
It already exists, but you helped refine!
An emblem for all your aesthetic kin,
To recognize you by!
Blame it on the corporate skyscrapers in the clouds,
But if wasn't for you,
We wouldn't have all these multiple crowds.
How am I suppose to choose, which one I belong to?
Obscenity is a crutch for traffic drives.
If you need to use the restroom just ask politely.
I like the way I do it, better then the way you're not.
Lifting up the toilet seat was the way I was taught.
It has to be a unanimous determination.
Because one opinion would be a pointless appreciation.
Yeah, sure thanks for the invitation!
Don't want to be included in your conversation...
It's to late!
We've over thrown I took all your friends,
And you're all alone.
Blame it on the corporate skyscrapers in the clouds,
But if wasn't for you,
We wouldn't have all these multiple crowds.
How am I suppose to choose, which one I belong to?
If you keep on failing at everything you do, don't view yourself as a failure. For you succeed at failing. So to succeed, one must fail at failure!
This group of people that come on are like the most awesome-est group in the entire AseLabs timeline.
But I gotta admit the first week that I got here was really cool.
And the time when RudeMoody was on and Sam ][ Am too.(Sam was soo pretty!)
The Aseforums are awesome!