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I tempt to look out the frost bitten Window The fire embers slowly burn out then the cold rushes in I remember to myself the last sad goodbye I wish that it was not the last and the end This lonely feeling is killing me. I want a thus ends goodbyes before the last one. Did i let you down? Would you at lest tell me...? Don't leave me here wondering if its the end. All the things i never said to you but i was always hearing you. I wonder why you just walked past me as if i was nothing. I see you walking down the street. I still can't make myself believe you just walked away. Is this really the final goodbye. I sit in the ice cold room looking o

Everyday is a Fight. Filled with Lose and pain. You are always here. Only to my eyes. They tell me your only in my head. Only you can save me. Stay in my view. Years we shared. I'm with you. What more do we have to lose. Love is in my head. I am with you. Your always here. Always here. Love is blind. They try to tell me your not real. But yet i feel your Skin. I can taste it on my lips. But i'm so Empty. You are always here. I am with you. You are here and we are together. Everyday is a fight. Stay here with me. Help me fight. Save me from my depth. Blackened hearts wither away. All the people are silent. We tend on living our lives with Obje

In the Midnight Dreary When all is dark. Where all is lost. The Tickers plays his song. Eco's of the white noise. Fractured Memories begin to play. Roam in the wicked halls of once was. From the darkness it cry's. From the evil is gives birth to what is mine. The sounds of laughter is heard threw the faded halls, From what i once called home. The horror of what is now. A Dream within a Dream. A Dream which i can not escape. Shadows play mind games along the walls. The candle light flickers in my room. The light dances along the room as if it was a ballerina. The Raven which comes nightly is sitting at my window. Just looking in. Just starting

A pules of which is not my own runs threw me if a poison. The Breath i take is not yet my own. I try to pick up the broken pieces as if they where a puzzle. Have you ever gotten that feeling thats nothing is meant to be. I feel a heart beat within me thats not suppose to be  there. I feel is breaking and turning to sand. The blood that runs threw my veins is not of my own. - A Anger a grows within me. Love was suppose to be strong but yet it seems death has torn us apart. Life set me up as if i was a seal of truth. I held Your breath to my heart.. Every time you breath i die. I try to pick up the pieces that break off my heart and put it to

Name:  Alex Jone Murphy Age: 25 Height: 5’ 9 Weight: 156 Eye Color: Green Hair Color:  Black with a splash of blond .-http://dvagoda.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/Black-Hair-With-Blonde-Highlights-on-Man.jpg Facial Hair: Clean shave. Piercings: snake bites. ears are size 4g Tattoos: Black widow with webs around it on his left size of his chest.Right arm has a Ghost pirate ship sleeve. On his neck he has morior invictus -means: death before defeat-And one on his lower Stomach - Live Free Our Die - Sexuality: Gay Occupation: Singer Dress: Black our red tank tops our black short sleeves.Has a leather jacket with his band name i