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My scars remember youYou asked me if I was doing fine..."Bastard, you took advantage of my weakness.You knew I wasn't going to say a word about your experiments on me,My soul was far too fearful to striveMy throat far too feeble to shoutMy friends far too inexistant to get me out ofThis vicious circle you plunged me in.You liked shedding my red cells didn't you?Drawing nasty flowers on my arm,With your lethal tools.Trying to appease my senses with that sadistic grin of yours.My body engraved of your stench,Your resonant laugh stuck in my head, sweet dreams became gloomy nightmares.Give me just a simple bladeAnd you'll regret each of your breaths.Dear, be my guinea pigThat won't hurt, I promise...Or maybe you'll just feel wind blowing on your throatBut I swear...Once I'll free a foutain of bloodAnd, once I'll slice your limbs into pieces...I mean, into crimson petals!Trust me, after that, you won't feel any damaging stimuli.That may be unfortunate actually,Because
My name is Simon, I am gay.My name is Simon,I am gay.I lost a lotof friends today.Is it wrong?Is it bad?Why is everyoneso mad?I've been kicked,I've been hit.I don't thinkI really fit.People are mean,they yell at me.What is wrong?I can't see.I hate my life,it's pretty bad.EverydayI am so sad.I've held a gun,I've cut my arm.I've causedmyself too much harmIt gets to a point,were I can't take it no more.I usually cry,till my eyes are sore.My parents too,they don't understand.I miss the timethey'd hold my hand.I stand aloneat the front lines of war.I feel rotten,trough the core.The war is tough,I'm all alone.I really wishI had someone.I'm at the edge,of giving up.My life at stake,I wish for luck.I face the crowd,and speak my words.to mocking callsfrom vocal chords.They sting me once,they sting me twice.My heart is cold,it feels like ice.I go home,my head bent down.I pass a bridge,I could jump and drown.No, I wont,because that would hurt.It should be quick,I f
FactionsBlack man hates White man, and Green man loathes Gray,Gray man beats Red, for his deviant ways,Red man and Scarlet have always been close,And form an alliance against other folk.Purple and Beige men are all quite convinced,The world would be better without men of Pink,And the heinous acts meted out by the Golds,On the poor Pastel factions are best left untold.The cultures of Yellow and Blue are now past,As Green men subsumed them and wiped out their caste,And Brown men have conquered what's left of the Tans,All driven by fear of their fellow man.From the midst of this chaos arises some hope,The words of calm reason to love other folk,And who is the prophet ending this plight,It's the unshackled blind man who has the best sight.
Scales Of Life01010010 01001001 01010011 01000101 - We begin our quest on the scales of life I- The newborn wolf cub: The first emotion reflected in his tired eyes is that of mystery; a curious devotion to the enigma of the moonbeams that cut through the trees, reflecting in his inexperienced gaze. He calls out to the blinding light, beckons for its shadowed silence, and eventually finds comfort in the embrace of mother's love. In that moment, he hears nocruel sound his purity can't contest. He shuts out the light as he slowly drifts away to rest. // Perfection was a value whose worth / //was queried due to Perfection's birth./<
No, Mommy Does Not Love You.No, of course I don’t love you.Here is the reason why.You’re like a stomach flu.But you’ll never die.You were born of men.Who violated me as they do.If only I had stopped them.If I could have just flew,And got away from those,That only seek to destroy.I was inside their throws.They had ignored my ploy.I had to carry you around.For a very long time, boy.I felt like that I would drown.Just so that you would enjoy.Feasting upon my own food.Stealing from my own diet. To be one of my own brood.And you’d never be quiet.After you had been born.During, as I should say.My body had been torn.On that very same day.All you would do is cry.And shower the room with ilk.No matter what I would try.You stole my precious milk.For years you pestered me.And took what was mine.But now I shall be free.And don’t you ever whine.Now I shall do as I can.To so proudly proclaim.That because you are a man.You’ll only be the same.
APH-Born from ashesWe are born from ashesFrom WarsAnd HatredAnd HopeAnd Trust.Feed by deathsWatered by bloodBlood of wars and our childrenDeaths of whose who foughtAnd livedAnd lovedAnd trust in usIn their peopleIn their countryIn me, their Nation.Raised by humansNot being one of them.But it doesn't matterI am their leaderI am their childThey lived for meAnd I am theirs.Their lives.Their dreams.Their wishes.Their feelings.Their history.I had to be bought to be all theirs.By battlesTreatiesAlliancesWarsPeaceConquestDestructionDuring centuries, they paid the price of blood.And I paid mine.Today, I'm here.Immortal.And Alone.Powerful.Because of pain.No pain, no gain.I let them live, and die, and come back, and go, and I stay here.Alone besides my fellows.Look at us.Look at me.I am not an human.I am not a God.I am not an AngelI am not an Evil.We are Nations.I am a NationI am a Nation!!Born from ashes, in the pain of war and hatred and hope and tr
Lavender TownThere once was a town, filled with poverty, despair, and sadness...The people couldn't offer much to stabilize their dying town,the only thing they could offer......was a graveyard ontop of a small mountain...then one day, out of the shadows, a man came up to the mayor and made him an offer.He will rip down this graveyard and build a mighty tower where it once stood, offering hopes and dreams to the people.The mayor agreed, but they needed a decoy to keep this in the shadows...A pawn who can save the mayor from a false danger...and then... as years passed, their town of sorrow...grew into deeper despair.In this town called Lavender, there is no happy ending.