it doesn't matter to us as long as were not the ones crying
__________________ "DECEMBERUNDERGROUND is a time and a place. It is where the cold can huddle together in darkness and isolation. It is a community of those detached and disillusioned who flee to love, like winter, in the recesses below the rest of the world."
-DXH
__________________ "DECEMBERUNDERGROUND is a time and a place. It is where the cold can huddle together in darkness and isolation. It is a community of those detached and disillusioned who flee to love, like winter, in the recesses below the rest of the world."
-DXH
If you should ever track me down.
I will surrender there
And ill leave with you one broken man.
Whom I will teach you, to repair.
I'll hand you the tools,
and ill surrender my wrists.
Both actions lead to futures
shrouded in mists.
__________________ Any man's death diminishes me, because i am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
--Meditation XVII written by John Donne on his death bed
Bloodsuits at my door again,
Should I invite them?
Or will they find out that I sold
My soul 3 times before and the devil is looking to put me on the street as his personal whore.....
Fuck it, I'll do the Devils work.
As long as the Devil remains a metaphor, I'm all for
finding a chainsaw and getting right down in to the thick of things.
I'm just so fucking sick of things.
Bloodsuits at the door again,
Ring the doorbell, come on in.
Let the fun and pain begin..
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
pointing out the rhymes of others,
singing along in my head when i can,
nothing seems to fit right;
the words get contorted, bruised by the wind.
A hypocrite, perhaps,
But i know what's best for you.
as she elects a child to office.
''Should we invade, Billy?"
"Who?"
"Them."
"Who are they?"
"They are the resisters to our...."
"Umm."
"They are those terror...."
"Umm, what are terrorists?"
"Terrorists are people...."
"I don't want to hurt anyone. No."
you could say its something that I despise
if you want people to help
just tempt them with a prize
and everyone, just like the others
will try to bow before their selfish brothers.
Pretend that You're unable, then
What is false will transcend..
Make them believe that they're helping You..
Ignorant to the World.. They help themselves too
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
"perception is reality"
is how an old man sees it
"I'm toast, man"
a young man strung across says
both-a-man, one old, one toast,
looks towards a flat horizon,
as the army edges up the coast
His eyes burn
And his tears fall, but he doesn’t weep
Staggering, he keeps above his feet
A soulless shell
One who knows death all too well,
will find our friend, unaware.
And in the cacophonic churning,
With no dogma nor priest to blurt.
He finds, Freedom tastes a little of dirt.
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
"They fought and they clawed like savages. At the end none had found what they were looking for; and they simply returned to nothing, like they were before."
