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Yeah. So What In the midst of the endless worldYeah. So What by ~lemeint
The last blooming word
Sneer at the despair
I won't look back anymore
Shout yourself hoarse
Ordinary everyday life bursts open
The day you and the sun died
Into the whirlpool of the unwanted noise
Sucked into it without knowing it
Don't forget my voice
Until the day we meet again
Coldness on crimson cheeks
Drives the emotions wild
So stay by my side always
And watch over me
Right now I want to forget about everything
Burying my body into the deep darkness
A fierce voice will comfort my heart
And break the darkness
In your profile, looking like an angel
That's sleeping cuddled in the lig
Question Of Humanity ARE WE ONLY FIGHTING TO DIE A WAR WITH NO CAUSE OR ONE THAT HAS SUCH LITTLE MEANING TO IT THAT WE WILL BELIEVE IN ANY REASON TO FIGHT IT.I HAVE NEVER BELIEVED IN THE WARS WE FOUGHT ONLY FOR THE FACT AMERICA STARTS ITS OWN BATTLES AND WITHOUT THAT IN PLACE WE WOULD MNOT BE WHERE WE ARE TODAY, ON THER OTHER HAND AMERICA IS A COUNTRY THAT HAS MADE ITS ROOTS OFF OF WAR AND NOT THAT OF AGRACULTURE ADVANCEMENTS WE MOSTLY RELIE ON OTHERS TO PROVIDE OURSELVES WITH A MEANS OF LIFE WE TAKE FORM OTHERS ONLY TO GIVE IN RETURN A FALSEAFIED SENSE OF SECURITY. THERE HAS NEVER BEEN A TIME WHEN WE AS AMERICANS HAVE HEL OUR WORD TRUE TO ANY POINT WE LIE TO OURQuestion Of Humanity by ~lemeint
Offering Of A Failure I am not a failure,Offering Of A Failure by ~lemeint
I am a burden.
My life is nothing,
A passing of time,
Just a waste.
If I tried to care,
Where would I be?
If only I was the one who died,
But a meaningless mistake.
I still have time to kill,
Before it kills me.
The mistakes of mine are only falters,
Grand at that.
A life of failures,
Nothing more,
Nothing less do I have to Offer.
Pain PainPain by ~lemeint
The pain within I cannot hide youve torn me apart.
I loved you for so long, but now to look at your picture breaks me down inside.
Nothing to live for yet nothing to die for.
I am forced to live with thee for hopes of another to come fill the void you left within my heart.
You are gone my heart is empty.
None to love and none to receive love.
For death I wait for tis thy savior.
Incomplete I am, A hole with only pain to fill.
The pain does not leave it stays with me as I go.
To love anyone as I did you is near impossible.
All is said.
I love you till my dying day which is sooner then should be
Unheard 
Sta.sh
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Heart of a Writer. Soul of an Author.