What is perfection?
I do not know
Is perfection in oneself to be content with ones self?
To be happy with the way you are?
Does that not mean that nobody's perfect?
Or is perfection merely a matter of perspective?
And even then.....
Can you not alter your perspective of perfection?
What about reality?
Can you change the way you see things?
Can you forget a lifestyle?
Can you forget the world?
If for one second you saw something that is not as you feel it is.....
Does this make the world unpredictable?
Does the feeling haunt you?
Does it make you feel that you must filter your subconciounce?
To strain yourself to believing what
NOthing you say's gonna change my mind cos you've had me trapped out here too long
You'll pay the price for abusing me and I'm gonna stick my hatred in this song
You can choose to never listen to me but you know before long I'm gonna get you back for this
I've had my head upon this block and I'm gonna send a storm
It's time I called on the chase
You never listen to me cos to you I'm a damn disgrace
You never needed a chance beofre
I'l make you never forget the price of being ignored
Nothing yhat you said makes sense to me
Just try and come back for more
I'll never put my faith in you again
And this is how it never ends
Nevermore n
What is the secret of it?
The one you've got a taste for?
It always leave me crying
And leaves you wanting more
Another pill to swallow
Another scar left sore
It always leaves me crying
It's all just like before
All that I've got is for you
It's all for you to draw
The things that make me lonely
Are there for you to score
And when I'm all alone now
All that you do is ignore
Me on this lonely pathway
Me lying on the floor
I'll pick up all the pieces
And say this night's a bore
You know it makes me tired
I hate the things I saw
Cos you know when I'm lying
It's when my wirsts will pour
And when you see me going
I'll make i
Now we've come to this time in our lives
I feel that there's too much we've left behind
I see your smile awaken something inside
And all I can do is envision you cry
When you did leave I saw that smile
I wakened to see you were using me
Now I can feel something grow inside
And all I can do is envision you cry
When you found him I could see that crueal smile
Lighten my life like some horrible trial
I can feel jealously growing inside
And all I can do is envision you cry
When you stood over him and relaxed your smile
I felt my life flash before my eyes
I can feel something controling from inside
And all I can do is envision you c
Now we've come to this time in our lives
I feel that there's too much we've left behind
I see your smile awaken something inside
And all I can do is envision you cry
When you did leave I saw that smile
I wakened to see you were using me
Now I can feel something grow inside
And all I can do is envision you cry
When you found him I could see that crueal smile
Lighten my life like some horrible trial
I can feel jealously growing inside
And all I can do is envision you cry
When you stood over him and relaxed your smile
I felt my life flash before my eyes
I can feel something controling from inside
And all I can do is envision you c
What is the secret of it?
The one you've got a taste for?
It always leave me crying
And leaves you wanting more
Another pill to swallow
Another scar left sore
It always leaves me crying
It's all just like before
All that I've got is for you
It's all for you to draw
The things that make me lonely
Are there for you to score
And when I'm all alone now
All that you do is ignore
Me on this lonely pathway
Me lying on the floor
I'll pick up all the pieces
And say this night's a bore
You know it makes me tired
I hate the things I saw
Cos you know when I'm lying
It's when my wirsts will pour
And when you see me going
I'll make i
NOthing you say's gonna change my mind cos you've had me trapped out here too long
You'll pay the price for abusing me and I'm gonna stick my hatred in this song
You can choose to never listen to me but you know before long I'm gonna get you back for this
I've had my head upon this block and I'm gonna send a storm
It's time I called on the chase
You never listen to me cos to you I'm a damn disgrace
You never needed a chance beofre
I'l make you never forget the price of being ignored
Nothing yhat you said makes sense to me
Just try and come back for more
I'll never put my faith in you again
And this is how it never ends
Nevermore n
What is perfection?
I do not know
Is perfection in oneself to be content with ones self?
To be happy with the way you are?
Does that not mean that nobody's perfect?
Or is perfection merely a matter of perspective?
And even then.....
Can you not alter your perspective of perfection?
What about reality?
Can you change the way you see things?
Can you forget a lifestyle?
Can you forget the world?
If for one second you saw something that is not as you feel it is.....
Does this make the world unpredictable?
Does the feeling haunt you?
Does it make you feel that you must filter your subconciounce?
To strain yourself to believing what
Pathetic Beings we are
For death is our only existence
The gods will strike us down at will
When we do not pay our penance.
Who are we to judge these actions?
Where merely sheep in a heard
A piece in the coming attraction.
Shall we weep?
Shall we cry?
No, the gods only ask us to die.
Pathetic beings we are.
So certain I was,
that I had no meaning
ethreal, the moonlight embraces
as frost forms, delicate as a newborn angel's wings
and gently, oh so gently, take a hold
of your tear-strewn hair and pulls back,
exposes your frigid marble throat
and continues
gently, oh so gently,
the sawing motion
my love, don't run
the pain is never temporary.
but like the freezing moon
wants to know why
Are you dead yet?
I carried on for eternities,
this curse that extracts
the blood from my veins
to bathe the eclipse
in sweet sighs of nevermore
I am damned, cold but breathing
an unsatisfactory ending
turning, indeed, the most depressing
Current Residence: London deviantWEAR sizing preference: this big Print preference: Viewable Favourite genre of music: Metal/progressive Favourite photographer: I think you can guess Favourite style of art: Verse Operating System: Phone MP3 player of choice: I have some crappy pink thing that has like; 500MB ish Shell of choice: Seashell. Snails creep me out Wallpaper of choice: I don't have wallpaper Skin of choice: human skin. But not for eating Favourite cartoon character: eh Personal Quote: See if you get beyond hello
Favourite Visual Artist
meh; anyones who think they can
Favourite Movies
Donnie Darko
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Muse
Favourite Writers
see favourite artist
Favourite Games
Throwing rocks at pidgeons
Favourite Gaming Platform
The floor
Tools of the Trade
What trade? This is a buisiness? I think I'm in the wrong place.....