

escapeEveryone's afraid of their own lives.escape
If you could be anything you want You’d be disappointed. Hell comes from the inside, Don’t try to fight it.
I don’t want to win, Yet I can’t stand to lose,
Eternally a contradiction. Let’s sacrifice tomorrow, And escape the pain.
trees

UntitleTortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom As dust dances in the air. I am empty here;Untitle
Bound to darkness, flailing through this hateful silence,
Heart so gaunt and bleak. Slender beams of consciousness enter this darkened prison as I kneel,
always fearful, always alone,
frozen here,
waiting; as the dust begins its dance.


DiagnosisI watched you waste away; Your body atrophy before my eyes The apathetic smile you showed; An unpersuasive confirmation.Diagnosis
I heard your silence grow; Nurtured by this dissonance, Communication failing, Silence as a resolution.
I savoured your experience, Relished the taste upon my tongue, Feeding off your disease; Becoming the virus within
I trusted your complacency, Fed by consecutive lies, Medicated with ignorance, Slaughtered by a lack of empathy.
Left2

Humilate me in PublicYou were so intelligent Breathing 5-finger words across my chest Full hand-widths between my ribs With your best you cracked my best And no, not once was I unimpressed At your skill to close my jaw Chain-link criticism choked my protest Air-tight indictment? "Character flaw".Humilate me in Public
Dont Leave
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Sorridenti Imperfezioni
"G8 Genova Luglio 2001: Chi dimentica è Complice."
"Devi solo acquisire il potere di aiutare. Un' Arte che non serve a guarire non è Arte."
[A. Jodorowsky]
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I am the master of the enchanted true
I'll play for your joy, for your soul, for your doom
My fingers they dance upon the strings like fire
Weaving a spell of my burning desire
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I am the master of the enchanted true
I'll play for your joy, for your soul, for your doom
My fingers they dance upon the strings like fire
Weaving a spell of my burning desire
but still neighbours kind of
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I am the master of the enchanted true
I'll play for your joy, for your soul, for your doom
My fingers they dance upon the strings like fire
Weaving a spell of my burning desire
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ShOw YoUr MaSk
<(O(-)O)>
Hope you like your stay! I'll be here for ya if you ever need anything! Just say the word.
-Kevin, a fellow Deviant
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ShOw YoUr MaSk
<(O(-)O)>
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