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PulseHere I am, Sitting among a myriad of thoughts, Pacing back and forth, Trying to make sense of my own mess, Words merge with pictures, Pictures with sounds, Sending me into a endless paradox, A paradox that rips my mind in two, Two minds that separate me from reality, Taking me far from the norm, But what is the norm, A mere fallacy,Pulse
A storm, A storm of thoughts that dance through my skull, Raking their claws across every nerve, With each pulse of my heart, My blood grows thicker, Protecting, Guarding, Giving me solace again
by ~psychpatient
InIn my head I am lost, Beyond all comprehensible thought, Unable to see through what makes me, Seeing only the shell of what used to exist,In
In my head I am tired, Tired of the constant fight, Mind against mind, Thought against thought, Passing through rings of fire, Only to watch myself burn,
In my head I am born, Born free of the constraints, Constraints that hold me, Hold me in this body, Holding me within this 2D world,
In my head I am safe, Safe from what I fear, The fear that drives me deeper, Deeper into a micr
by ~psychpatient
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- Current Residence: Raleigh, North Carolina
- Interests: music, horror movies, sane friends, and cheezits
- Favourite movie: Crash, American History X, Shaun of the Dead, 300
- Favourite band or musician: TOOL, Combichrist, Orgy, A Perfect Circle
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative Rock & Industrial
- Favourite poet or writer: Max Brooks & Langston Hughes
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Wallpaper of choice: Combichrist
- Favourite game: God of War
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Ren (Ren and Stimpy)
- Personal Quote: " The mind bends and twists with the horrors of life,sometimes it bends so much it snaps in two
- Tools of the Trade: Pen and Paper
- AIM: psychpatient44
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After endless nightmares she lies weeping in her bed
A blade in her hand, her nightdress is turning red
Her skin becomes paler in this cold and stormy night
This is the end of all her painful dreams of suicide
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The only difference between fiction and reality is that fiction actually has to make sense.
Yey for dragon artists!
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"I am not driven by hatred.
I am not driven by fear.
I am not driven by desire,
duty, or any rationale.
I can no longer feel any of these.
All that remains is Retribution;
Cold and hard and final."
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"I am not driven by hatred.
I am not driven by fear.
I am not driven by desire,
duty, or any rationale.
I can no longer feel any of these.
All that remains is Retribution;
Cold and hard and final."
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