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Death by WordWho needs weapons when my words go straight to the core? They say actions speak louder then words, but do they? Emotional abuse hurts so much more than physical abuse There are words that I still remember as a child that STILL hurt Murder of the tongue The emotional wounds still bleed even to this day Words are more powerful than any missile, any gun ever created I can inflict more pain with my sharp tongue and quick brain than any knife My words will pierce deeper into the skin than any bullet Gets deep in ya skin and effecting ya brain Clogs your arteries and stops your heart fromDeath by Word
by ~JdAriza
Failure IIDeath, let me go about peacefully Take your might scythe and rid me of my misery For surely, it amounts to nothing Surely the pain I hold within is much, much greater My love for him hurts It cuts like a freshly sharpened knife And every time the healing process begins, It feels like the wound, making it larger Salt keeps making its way into my bloodstream It's like I'm being poisoned from the inside This sick, horrid love I can't seem to eject him from my mind The only thing to do is to get shot in the heart with a silver bullet The pain will give me something elseFailure II
by ~JdAriza
FailureI have failed as a human being I am a complete and utter failure And I feel as though I have completely given up What are these thoughts that have poisoned my mind? So much that I cannot see clearly? Take thine sword and slay me, oh brother! What reason have I to live, Now that he no longer loves me! I welcome this Dark Death with open arms Place this veil about my head, and let me go peacefully I am convinced that I have severed our love for all eternity Surely death is not as painful as the love that I have for him Even on my life, I could not let it go I daresayFailure
by ~JdAriza
Diatribe IVIf looks could kill, I would have murdered you ages ago. You always said you found my eyes captivating, but...but that all changed when you disowned me. And I never managed to cope. And because of that and you, I became fucking crazy! Suddenly, all problems seemed to cease...all but you. You were the drug I kept addicting myself to. You were like a razor put onto my skin, reopening old wounds because it felt so right. Reliving the pain and broken memories... I remember waking up every damn day, just to see you; if I didn't, the day would have been wasted. And out came the razor named afterDiatribe IV
by ~JdAriza
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- Current Residence: New York City
- Interests: They vary, but usually it's writing, the internet, music, etc.
- Favourite movie: Nightmare Before Christmas
- Favourite band or musician: I love pretty much anything. I'll give it a try.
- Favourite genre of music: I love anything but country, and emo
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- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan Poe and Oscar Wilde
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- Personal Quote: "I am that which cannot be defined"
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