

PupetteerDid she ever tell you that this meant so much to her? Did you know that every time you woke up hearing those undistinguishable sounds it was her, pleading with the night just to see you, to hold you, taste you one last time? You swore you loved her. Promised her the world and everything in it. She never wanted anything but you and you were the only thing you couldn't give.Pupetteer
She can work a crowd better than anyone you know. She speaks a thousand words with just a look, but you can't see past the surface. To you she's a rock, a pillar of strength. But she cries when she thinks no one's looking.
She gave you her heart and you never


PyrotechnicsYou want to play with fire? Let’s send this whole town up in flames. Let’s watch as it burns to the ground leaving nothing but ash in its wake. But as it burns you’ll run as far as you can so you don’t have to see the mess you’ve made. You think you’re so special because you can take a lighter and hold it to your own flesh? Because you can stand the smell of your own putrid skin as it burns? Does that make you some sort of hero? Trust me I’ve got enough scars to make the most cut up patients on the surgical floor nauseous. You say that you’re through and that this life isn’t for you, but here you are standing poised so gracefully above the flPyrotechnics


Condemned MotelsSweetie you know you love this dance we do. I’m still your safe girl, waiting in the corner all painted up with nowhere to go, hoping and praying that maybe, just maybe, you’ll glance in my direction. Hoping for maybe a second your eyes would linger on me. Baby you’re so beautiful it breaks my heart. We’ve walked a fine line you and I. Was it blind passion or a beautiful quest for revenge that led us to be tangled up in on your floor. Make it hurt I dare you. You looked at me with soft, sad eyes and I melted. You hypnotize me with that stare and the second you do I’m all yours. Truth or dare? You know you’ll pick dare every time because the tCondemned Motels


Silly Boys with Silly DreamsYou say you want to go off and fight these wars. You say you can kill, can watch the life slowly and painfully leave your friends eyes. You think you’re strong enough to see your enemies’ eyes close at your hand. You want to be a hero. You want to carry on tradition. You need glory. You think you can find it by fighting, by putting your life on the line. You think you can find immortality, find heroism. You know what the only thing you’ll find is? Death. Pain. Suffering. There is no victor in war. There are only empty shells of the victories you so long for. The screams of the men you saw die will haunt you, cause to you wake screaming in theSilly Boys with Silly Dreams
im a bit late, but im stoked because that was one of my favorites, but not too many people seem to pay it much attention here.
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"In order to live, in order to justify living, we can't just fill the space of our lives with empty amusement, with pointless light and sound and words- we're going to have to try harder now."
- Al Burian
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BELLADONNA: Could'ave been magic, Remy . . .
GAMBIT: It was, chere. Every moment.
**I'm a superhero junkie!!!**
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"I'm French! Why do think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king-a?!"
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found religion inside myself
i drank the blood, the flesh was stale
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Why don't you just die... because know one cares about the dead guy!
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There will never be a day when I don't think of you.
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