Sire Nukere-kun.Eris
Last Login: 05/19/2013 7:02 am
Registered: 09/19/2009
Gender: Male
Location: Chireiden, Former Hell
Birthday: 04/02/1993
Occupation: Assistant Regulator of the Flames
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A Farewell
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I typed, weak and weary
Over many a strange and curious page of articulous lore—
On my keyboard, gently tapping, suddenly, an inward rasping
Bade myself an inward grasping; grasping within my mind's decor.
"Tis just a notion," I muttered, "weaving in my mind's decor—
Only this and nothing more.
Ah, I can doubtless say, 'twas in the wane of May;
That from the mire I did lay, spit forth a comment so very poor.
Yet still I wished the morrow; —vainly I had sought to borrow
Humor from words thus shallow; —shallow in it's form or
Written without such predilection. Neither it was this nor
Attributed to something more.
Yet the silken, sad, uncertain air of my depressing burden
Like a heavy woolen curtain dropped upon my physical form.
Collapsed as heavy covering; trapped air unnaturally somthering—
Melancholy suffocating. Sans breath never had I felt before
Did I struggle to surface above— the air was never so sweet before.
Aspired I, forevermore.
Presently my words grew stronger, hesitating then no longer—
Unbeknownst whether 'twas languor, did introspectively I implore;
Still, I dibbled and I dabbled;— suckled the supple approval
Bestowed to my humorous drivel. If before I've been unsure
Now doubtless my apex led towards;— I cast aside, said I, "Unsure?
Ha, I shall be nevermore!"
Long within that ardure bathing, there I lain, wondering, peering,
Doubthing, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But, as physical laws perscribes: eventually, as all that does rise
Must fall downward to it's demize— I was no expection. To the floor
I fell like a bird sans wings; my footing gone, stand I on what floor?
Falling, the winds whispered, "What more?"
Like light, through flung open shutters; upon Epiphany I flutter,
Flit, my fall to break, like butterflies by the millions in yonder lore.
Through fire and ice doth unction I passed;— farewell, comments section.
But let I conclude my diction; my audience, I musn't bore.
Let my lips cease to tell of that melancholy burden bore;—
I bid thee farewell— nothing more.
Yours Sincerely
"No, what you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty, I'm no longer standing, because if I am... you'll all be dead before you've reloaded."
Distress Beacon
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comeback
back
he's back
...
bcs ur ok
you make me hurt
but you make me feel alive
alive
five alive
doesnt hurt
as much as you hurt me
because it shows i am alive but bleeding
bleeding
for you
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it hurts
like a razor and thorn
and i feel cold
but not as cold
as you are
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