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DRUMMER [07 Oct 2006|12:03pm]
we need a drummer, motherfuckers...a metal one, with dedication. if you are this guy, or know this guy, then hit me up in any way you can.

AIM - Adeathinfire
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Disillusion [29 Sep 2006|10:15am]
[ mood | gloomy ]

The leaves fall as a cold reminder,
Of what I have come to know to be true,
that seasons change and time moves on,
yet my heart remains with you….

There is no disillusion in my view,
soaked in dirt, lye, deceit and trust…
as I waste away in timeless bondage,
penance for my caustic lust…

A lesson learned in the gallows tongue,
With the hangman’s noose in view,
Perspiring my sins again,
lamenting thoughts of you…

In the space between honor and death,
I call to you faint and weak,
my flowered hope, the blood of love,
though the hour at hand grows bleak…

Through black tomorrow I must walk,
with no faith at my side,
I had it all, raw and beautiful,
yet cast it asunder in foolish pride..

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the lie [24 Jul 2006|02:03pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

shackled to the lie,
the fallacy of love,
maturity in atrophy,
when is enough enough?

in the mist she will be waiting,
for deliverance divine..
in the midst of constant turmoil,
she sickly feigns a smile.

under the shade of adoration,
inside the mind of complication,
will you ever come to see,
that to be whole, is to be empty?

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[07 Jun 2006|10:24am]
[ mood | depressed ]

searching for a way to ease the pain,
lost within the veil apathetic rain,
as i carve my name into your memory,

all this tasteless wasteful torment,
to become what i have became,
to live each day like they're the same..

in a wasted godless world,
i struggle for enlightenment,
only to find the pain is real

each moment more sincere,
every waking moment torment,
every second i live, i die...

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[15 Oct 2005|01:47am]
the more i try to learn to be calm and collected,
the more people try to fuck it up,
is it a test of faith,
or a trial of rage?
someday, i think ill leave all this behind just to get some peace of mind
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[30 Sep 2005|11:53pm]
[ mood | melancholy ]

watch the willows weep,
as the darkest hour starts to steep,
in my dreams you always creep,
forever tearing at my sleep,
and as i wake to the coldest sweat,
decisions shower me with regret,
thus sorrow engulfs me deeper yet,
and fate has charged me with my debt,
now twilight delivers me unto pain,
and my soul dissolves pierced by burning rain
i am cursed by karma laughing again,
forever drowning me in my sin.

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[27 Sep 2005|09:26am]
[ mood | melancholy ]

Some say life is no spectator sport,
I disagree,
for I am one of those,
who sits on the sidelines,
while the main players play,
and the beloved losers lose,
and I've watched the cycle repeat,
and repeat and redesign itself over and over,
and yet despite this ever changing paradigm,
i ask myself, why it is I never try, nor do i ever care,
is it that i am a nihlist,
perhaps i am defective,
and then i realize,
that this is destiny my friend,
my closest ally and greatest enemy,
and that someday, the roles will change,
and when the winds of change blow in my direction,
i will be there, waiting, biding my time untill i matter.

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[01 Aug 2005|12:40am]
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[01 Jan 2005|10:07am]
[ mood | mellow ]

men will fight, and men will die,
wars will be lost and won,
thats how its been, and still will be,
long, after i am gone..

a new start to a new year, we shall see if this one is as dismal as the last.

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[15 Dec 2004|12:11pm]
[ mood | indifferent ]

slashing away at my insecurities,
crushing these losses with a feeble hope,
i have become indifferent to the sun,
its warmth no longer nourishes me,
its taste, intoxicates me, indoctrinates me,
i see you're face in the pale moonlight,
a mass of pain and tears,
preaching honesty, the apostle of lies,
how hypocritical you have become,
you teach me to feel, so that i may burn,

and as im stalked by the shadow of deaths hand,
my heathen pride is scarred across the land...

indifference, the only way to suceed

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[01 Dec 2004|08:43am]
[ mood | depressed ]

forgive me Odin, for i have failed,
i could not understand the workings of life,
and in this stupor i have grown older,
and i now feel cold and alone,
forgive me for i failed you,
like most always do,
curse me for i neglect my problems,
and attempt to let them fade with time,
curse me not that i chose this path,
for not one step would i regret,
curse me for simply failing,
falling short of having it all,
i know that in your eyes,
a faithful kinsman i can be,
but in my eyes, failure is all i see.

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[11 Nov 2004|09:40am]
[ mood | depressed ]

a cold wind blows and none can see,
the leaves falling in your tainted memory,
in this eve of despair i will never tell,
the reason these tears fall for you,
i spend my days walking in darkness,
stealing away in the night for you,
making myself to your level,
in the very realm of my demise..
i am found, in the leaves,
longing for more and forgetting your here..

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[07 Nov 2004|01:18pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

can you see the misery of hate?
and all the feelings you create.

you see the world through shattered hope,
and take in another breath of twisted trust,
while concealing all the love you had
from the prying eyes of the weeping trees.

in autumns slowly dying haze,
you feel the sting of cold words anon,
a bleeding man the world has made,
a dying hope that soon shall fade,

can you see the misery of hate?
and all the feelings you create,
sullen hopes and tattered dreams,
feelings cold and used or so it seems,

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[26 Oct 2004|11:40am]

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[23 Oct 2004|12:51am]
[ mood | depressed ]

those days are gone now,
we were so carefree and restless,
the rose hath shown its ugly thorns,
and those days are no more.

hardship and strife,
drown my every hope for light,
this piercing silence soothes me,
exhaling all the death in life.

across a dying sunset,
i cast my broken thoughts,
and peer into the ebbing flow,
of endless nonthought lust.

this day is slowly dying,
and inner light grows dead,
in fields of endless crying,
one lone raven flies.

in a dim candlelit room,
the map of destiny is born,
and a new evil is born,
the seed of forgotten love.

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[18 Oct 2004|01:09am]
[ mood | pissed off ]

there is no forgivness in these eyes,
for any of you, but one,
dispel the mist, for now...

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[06 Oct 2004|11:34am]
[ mood | pissed off ]

and no one knows how the legend goes,
cuz no ones survived thats looked into his eyes,
no ones returned, thats met his fire.

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[17 Sep 2004|10:30pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

a well of hate within my soul,
constantly taunted by yearnings,
that of which i cannot control,
as depression sets in again...

a cold and wretched glance you give,
dispel my kindness all in all,
cowered and dying in the way you live,
as crushing thoughts blacken the skies,

painful ploys of false advances,
lust and loss amalgamated in you,
dissipation in my feeble chances,
the weight of my mind on my shoulders...

through sorrow and tears stimulation,
none could spare the mental bloodshed,
the falling leaves in the wake of devastation,
seering flames of rage with tainted filthy tears,

in these eyes there is no remorse,
though lonely and decrepit,
dispel my emotions in your discourse,
as crushing thoughts claim the now dead sky..

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[09 Sep 2004|02:32pm]
[ mood | hatred ]

false love, turned to pure hate.

fuck you....i hope you choke on your own ego.

if you even knew what i did, you would never look me in the eye again, you wouldnt speak to me. you would fear me...

consider yourself fucked

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[07 Sep 2004|12:46am]
[ mood | discontent ]

thinking into a labiryth,
a neverending maze of vaugeness,
a cry in the night,
songbirds leave the past behind,
and if everything we have ever done,
affects anything at all,
i pray that it affects us...
for better or worse, i live or die through you,

beckon to me once more,
cold mistress at my darkest dawn,
sacrificing sanctity for the stirring of echoes...
with a forgotten thought,
the whimsical thought of you in mind,
drives madness deeper into my every breah,
you take away my air just to watch me writhe,
and wonder how im still alive,
but maby im the one that cannot die for you,
perhaps, i am the enigma,
you want what you cant have,
well i hate what i must love,
they are one in the same..

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