| Because what's the point in pulling out your hair for no apparent reason if you can't write about it? |
| Because what's the point in pulling out your hair for no apparent reason if you can't write about it? |


MonotonyIn solitude, emotions are but words With syllables that form on fractured tonguesMonotony
And fall from lips of ice to sleep among
The rose thorns and the love songs never heard.
In loneliness, they see through lying lashes,
And cataracts of hatred cloud their view.
Their tears laugh with biased ridicule,
And fell the flames, which fade as amber ashes.
Monotony is but a raging fire
With embers made of promises and lies,


There is a God.There is a God; Ive seen Him in the eyes Of damaged souls that linger in the night Entangled in that ancient web of lies Decreeing what is wrong and what is right.There is a God.
Yes, God exists; Ive seen him in the skies That hang like candle smoke above the earth; He watches, loving, over womens cries And guides them through the ritual of birth; And if the child should wail, a wretched thing,
Then surely it is kind to end its pain? For never would God truly seek to bring Such ruin to a mother for his gain! Then, God exists; Ive seen him in the smoke The


The Puppet MasterThe Puppet Master & The MonstersThe Puppet Master
Behind the wall of veiled ebony,
Bejewelled with onyx, beauty in the night,
Lie dormant monsters, elements of me,
That masquerade as elegant delight And wage a war with filthy vanity; My saviour is the seventh deadly sin That aims to bleed into my sanity And lift the strangling smoke that lies within My consciousness, expressed as golden strands,
A lying aura, monster of my mind That taunts and makes a puppet of my hands.
The puppet master dwells in sleep behind The wall of ebony inside my brain And dances merry in
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"As an artist, the only thing I have to offer is the revelation of my soul." -Eleonora Duse
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"As an artist, the only thing I have to offer is the revelation of my soul." -Eleonora Duse
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We are not androids.
I can't reach the top shelf either...
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Foligno
You know when you've just had your birthday and you're so used to writing down the age you were before that you forget you're a year older? Yeah... that's my excuse.
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We are not androids.
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Foligno
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