I'm not a man even if I do sound and walk like one (on some ocassions..)  I write to write and get certain bottled-up feelings out. I'm reading the dictionary and, sadly, still on the A's; although skipping through a few pages wouldn't hurt. I'm NOT a drug addict or drunk and hope to never be..hmm. There's soo much to say but the silence is too loud. I'm not good at telling people about myself for I figure they can get to know me over time; if they want to, that is. So I'll end this in few words. My name is Carah. |
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The Ashes of the Wake.Tucked deep in the woods lies another story Drained of all his hope and glory Lost of all faith in submission to Him Somewhere out there is a soul severed by limbsThe Ashes of the Wake.
Withered heart with a bleeding conscience Tattered mind and torn muscle Ran all this way in search of God Seethed all this way for hopes of Hell
Nothing's left - all there was has Burned
Drowned amongst the etheric abyss Hemorrhage of every thought is blown up in ash Indulgence in the orange-tipped fate Anticipation in this newborn race
And then it's morning
by ~TheHereticDeicide
The Intake of Life11 years agos' pain.The Intake of Life
A child runs from her grandmother's house to the garden to say a long lasting goodbye to the parents. Both grandmother and grandfather assure them their granddaughter will be fine for the 8 hours of artificial fun yet to seep into today's day. The parents are rested assured, and they take off down the serpentined gravel driveway, blowing a cloud of dust amongst the scene. The child, eager for the day, runs inside to help grandma make cookies.
Here starts the end of normality.
*Seeping wrought make-believe, being pathetic - seething misanthropic, she descends, she's forgotten it.* &nb
by ~TheHereticDeicide
ShatteredSeeping into solitude with one last murmur of vigor speaking to me from the look in your eyes. Blind devotion to a fanatical deposition within morbid qualities. Sedation of the mind: opium of the conscience. You have left me catatonic and alienated to voices of the past.Shattered
Waking in an eternal Hell filled with the same anathema and anthropomorphic promises life had offered. Hardened soul, shaded face, lurking within your shadow. The consummated morbid dream of this silenced life has beckoned upon the only feeling of reality. Being in your presence was being in the dusk under a nominal blade.
Sitting eagerly awaiting y
by ~TheHereticDeicide
DeliriumClose your eyes, darling, and it will all be all right if you become strong and turn your back to the light and your face to the night. Stick up for yourself and don't let them bring you down the next round. I'll be there to hold you up; I won't let you fall again. You're eccentric as the stars are exuberance to the sun.Delirium
You follow your heart through your neverending pain. Come with me; take my hand as we sing the song of misery and light the road to Hell. I see the path you're taking through life. Sometimes you just have to live and let die.
Be strong, dear, and let life's light guide you along the path of hope; be
by ~TheHereticDeicide
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- Current Residence: Northeastern MN
- Interests: Horseback riding. Slipknot. Horror.
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