Profil: herzmassaker
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Persönliche Info: i am: the song that no one sings the sun that never shines the air that no one wants to breathe PrOuD mEmBeR oF tHe: MeIn-PoNnY-sUcKt-CrEw AnD tHe GeTeIlTe-VeRpEiLtHeIt-Is-HaLb E-vErPeIlThE iT-cReW blutleer angst leer kaputt HERZMASSAKER was kälte bedeuten kann weiß nur wer die nächte der einsamkeit gespürt hat... OH BABY HERE COMES THE SOUND! Menschenbrecher disharmony Wenn Leute um mich her leben, lieben und glücklich sind, habe ich das Gefühl, daß sie an mir einen Mord begehen.. CHRISTIAN KNALL PENG gedankentod the fear of romance the pain of living the joy of sorrow the strength of forgiving was passiert mit den schönen bildern wenn man aufwacht? und wo sind all die märchen hin? If you ever felt alone If you ever felt rejected If you ever felt confused If you ever felt lost If you ever felt anxious If you ever felt wrong If you ever felt wronged If you ever felt unclean If you ever felt angry If you ever felt ashamed If you ever felt curious If you ever felt used Be prepared to feel revenge Feel the romance My brutal romance My beautiful romance My miserable romance My x-rated romance My harlequin romance My innocent romance My scandalous romance My selfish romance My childish romance My pathetic romance My watercooler romance My chemical romance BEND YOUR ARMS TO LOOK LIKE WINGS alles war ganz anders rest in peace my friend now i wake the beast of passion in my motion! i just wish that i could replace all the memories of what makes my blood run cold as your blood runs through me I say goodbye to what we had we held hands on the last night on earth. our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. it was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. so we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. in our cancer of passion you said, "death is a midnight runner." the sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. we picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. the echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. the few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. i kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn´t good for two. i rode alone. you said, "the cinders are falling like snow." there is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. of blue and grey. strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. the sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message. i created my own dreamland of hope geh nach haus zu deinen eltern und sag ihnen dass alles gut ist CELLARDOOR dreams are the only thing make me feel alive..but then..even dreams die... verzweiflungstaten KNOWING NOTHING IS BETTER THAN KNOWING AT ALL realität ist nur eine illusion hervorgerufen durch einen mangel an phantasie willkommen in diesem leben...willkommen in diesem theater der tragödien kopfschuss covered with bloody tears |
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Interessen: musik, lesen, schreiben, neue leute kennenlernen..spaß haben |
