

What?What is this? Please tell me Why is it that I cant be free?What?
A thousand needles poking through Chains of bondage I cannot move
I wail out, cry, for help I scream The pains too real its not a dream Wont be long before my voice breaks A few more screams thats all itll take Then I will be silenced, I will be free For death will put an end to my misery


Why?FEELWhy?
So many words go through my head
Half of it is never said..
For what i feel i try to hide...
Though i break down inside.....
To hurt you I never want....
It happens still..help it I can't
Wish i cud hide all my tears ...
Keep a smile on for years and years....
Wish I could hold it back,never let it run...
Tears arent my friends,they are never fun...
I choke at times suffocate...
My silence does indicate....
Never thought I would hurt you so....
I feel shatter


My Happy EndingIll be your lover Ill be your friend Just say youll stay with me Until the endMy Happy Ending
Cars race by Beneath a starry sky I swear I will love you Till the moment I die
A love that is violent A love that is strong A love which pulses with my heart Ever on and on
I lose all concern As my love you return Im on top of the world For nothing else will I yearn
Life is a story Full of heart-break and mending But my story is over You are my happy ending
Vexel Me

In the city on a rainy day.Why dangle a dream, to take it away? Why bloom? Ye flower. Thou last not a day. Why open thy mouth? There is nothing to say, Alas! Its raining, too late to make hay.In the city on a rainy day.
Empty is this shell, within but a hole, Lost is this body, within not a soul, And sad is this city, that feels not my pain, Alas! Its too late, here comes the rain.
Anger I can handle, Hate I can bear, Unbearable this city, that has no love to share, Where faith is forgotten, from friendship I refrain, Nothing can save me now, for here comes the rain.
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Art makes man immortal.
When death comes to take me I will live on through my works.
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"Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art." - Leonardo da Vinci
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"Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art." - Leonardo da Vinci
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"Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art." - Leonardo da Vinci
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