Split Personality Infection created by Thienien 14 years ago

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Genre: Electronic/Techno Mood: Dark/Heavy Theme: Other

The most painful stage of my life which occurs OFTEN, is the fight between my personalities. My joy overthrows my depression with laughter while i depression retaliates with the harsh reality of single life and no friends. A dark life with no one to turn to in your time of pain and suffering. When i cry no one is there, When my mind is about to explode no one is there. It's up to me to hold my mind in place which takes a toll on my body. I can't cry anymore once i feel my instincts going out of control. Then the gates of suicide welcome me, but i turn away and picture myself in a masochist paradise with those of the other gender who've deflowered themselves. This is my reality a Masochist with a Severe split personality affliction. The curse of the Yin-Yang or just the result of an emotional war caused by the injustices of life?

I hate, I love, I laugh, I struggle to cry, Just one day i'll leave the void of the Masochist life and take a worthless deflowered one with me and torture her in the afterlife when i Die and my memory of hating that deflowered woman remains. Rot all of them who never gave me a chance. This pain i ache with right now is more than enough fury to start a revolution in a heart just by glaring in the eye of a blind deflowered one. I'm cold. I'm Dark and the tears are frozen. The river i want to cry has no more tributary leads. The lake of rage/discord/depression can no longer evaporate and my darkened beaten tortured heart at the floor of the lake is heating up with injustic and HATRED! It's hard not to explode but easy when you're alone and your entire existence is drowning in your own lake of emotions.... I hate life, i hate deflowered women with my entire existence. These words are real, These words are from my heart of darkness.

Sick of having hope in a hopeless world, So sick of everyone's cherish of a deflowered one, So sick of How they look. As mentioned earlier...Rot. Die, wither....and i will mourn your fabled life as a pristine one where we had an even greater chance of Uniting.


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May 09 2011
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