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Demand
written by Trapezium05:20 PM 12/3/04| You say I'm emo, but I don't care what you say. You don't understand, look at it another way. Realise violence IS the answer. What can skin you alive? Violence, Fight Fight!You know it's right. Feelings rip you up from the inside, but physical pain is the pain in which you have to hide. It tears you to pieces from the outside, slowly boring in. Give up, give up! I'll win. Shards from a battle, Blood from your face. I'm making true art to be put on display. Watch the defeat of your minions turn into a bloodied battleground. I'll win, I'll shout! You think I'm goth, well I'm only me. Goth means nothing, a goth is a non-confroming conformist. Goth's are against stereotypes yet they label themselves. They trample themselves, they taunt themselves, with their own stupidity. I have nothing against goths but the contradiction is unbearable, the pain that will ensue is always sharable. You cannot kill what you didn't create, but I'll kill you anyway, it's fate. I'm creating my own broken art. Yeah, this distraction is made purely from the heart. The black heart that finds it hard to beat, The sordid insurrection that hate's the human sheep's bleat. Don't judge me because you'll never understand. That IS a demand! |
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