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Bitch, Im Shaun. :iconemocide:Emocide 0 1
My Beatiful Blonde Acoustic Guitar Girl.
I don’t know her name, who she is, what she likes.
All that I remember is her secretive smile, her mellow yet somewhat serious acoustic guitar tunes.
She got off the stage, flashed that smile I loved so much, turned and walked out of the bar.
For a fleeting moment I wanted to chase out after her, yell for her to come back to me and talk until our throats are dry, and our drinks are warm.
But I knew she wouldn’t come back for me.
She haunted my dreams for weeks. Sometimes there, sometimes walking away.
A flash of a smile, a quiet nod.
And she was gone again.
I was so drunk that evening, that fateful night when she returned.
A random friend had brought her, she appeared out of nowere again.
Coming out of the darkness, a sharp flash of light against an otherwise darkened evening.
Play it suave.
Any other time, I would have exploded on her.
Me, a cool, sophistaticated suave motherfucker.
A character amongst the grey thousands, a buoy in a
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And that just how i roll... :iconemocide:Emocide 2 9
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Ripping out your fucking heart :iconemocide:Emocide 0 0
Were all just fucked up kids.
We were all just fucked up, kids.
Why, you ask?
There are too many fucking reasons.
Drugs, sex, metal, hate.
It was a hell on earth.
Father hated son.
Mother hated Daughter
Pedo’s walked the streets
Looking for little children.
What stops us from running away?
Drugs kept us from suicide
And it’s not getting easier.
Media control. ignorance and random violence.
Keeping the masses scared and indoors.
Waiting to be killed, raped and eaten.
Generally not in that order.
So what did we do?
If you can’t beat them…
Might as well enjoy it right?
Break out the shotguns, Were going to town!
Massacre the Millions!
Slaughter the Sheep!
What the fuck can I say?
Were all just fucked up kids.
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Musings of a Morbid Mind
I will admit that to a certain degree, there is beauty in the world.
The night’s absence of light gives my world a beautiful tinge that at certain point can bring me to tears.
The blackened, sky – the swirling of the stars also brings me to my knee’s.
But what gets me the most is the city lights at night, as though no one existed but the twirling vortex of light before my eyes.
But there’s not nearly enough beauty too keep me here for an extended stay.
I feel as though this life is a holiday gone horribly wrong – an invalid passport keeps me from passing back too home, so as to see the real truth, what I should always be surrounded by.
I see images of a time before, before I was born here.
It was perpetual twilight, with the sky a mixture of stars, darkness and the moon a brilliant shade of purple.
Surrounding me was not physical matter, but complex emotions of love, romance and unending violence that tends to follow the previous two.
If I was too see these fee
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Dancin' In the Blood
I'm dancing in the blood
Just dancing in the blood
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at sin
So dark up above
The deaths in my heart
And I'm ready for blood
Let the violent crowds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the blood
I've a smile on my face
I kill down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just dancin’
Dancin’' in the blood
Dancin' in the blood
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
I'm happy again!
I'm dancin' and screamin' in the blood!
I'm dancin' and screamin' in the blood...
Why am I smiling
And why do I sing?
Why does this killing?
Seem hilarious and fun?
Why do I get up
Each morning and start?
Got the gun to my head
With joy in my heart
Why is each bullet,
A ready to kill?
Because I am dyin’
To dance in the blood.
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FOR PIE - Not my Art by Emocide FOR PIE - Not my Art :iconemocide:Emocide 0 2
Miss Grim Chapter 1
Miss Grimm.
Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood.
One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, "Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter."
Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in another village.
As she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up, but he dared not, because of some woodcutters working nearby in the forest. He asked her where she was going. The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and talk to a wolf, said to him, "I am going to see my grandmother and carry her
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The Masquerade Ball
No one knew why it was there, glinting darkly in the centre of the ballroom.
A Masquerade Party gone horribly right.
Terrorism? Insanity? No one could answer as to why it was there.
But it was.
Slowly ticking down.
No Escape, No exit.
All everyone knew – and had long accepted was death.
They were going to die here.
Everyone was gathered around the corners of the somewhat magnificent ballroom. Red drapes and mirrors circled the Dance floor. Some would say that this suited the original appeal of the party – know they just seemed extremely depressing – as if they were already in a red satin coffin.
Husband held wife, daughter held brother. Families separated from the rest of the silent crowd to sob quietly as they tried to enjoy there final hour. Separated from everyone Jack stood quietly – watching them attempt to justify there lives.
A tap on his shoulder, a quiet, husky voice.
“What’s your name, stranger” The voice murmured, barely louder than a cough
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For a very special pastry
Looking into a modern day artist’s medicine cabinet can be seen as a way of examining that artist’s life, seeing into the way that the artist creates thing simply with her imagination, a nigh on gateway into her modern life. For Vanessa Louise-Dickens this was no different.
On the top shelf of Vanessa’s cabinet there were the rarely used items, out of reach, out of mind. This included a large bottle of Vicks Vapor-RUB, a half-used tube of blood red toothpaste and a helpfully yellow toothbrush amidst other meaningless crap only helped to fill the void of the otherwise empty top shelf.
On the second Shelf of Vanessa’s 3 Storey Medicine Cabinet lay the essential items, just at eyes height and absolutely necessary for her continued existence. This shelf was stuffed full of today’s essential mind-altering legal substances. Prozac, Legilems and Fukitol only made up a quarter of the shelf’s Anti-depressants. By themselves they were hardly helpful, however Vanessa
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How To Kill Your Self
Society would have you believe that killing yourself is easy, a walk in the proverbial park. But I can personally tell you that killing yourself is not a simple task, that taking your own life would usually take considerable amounts of meticulous planning. However by using this simple 3 step guide you, and your friends, can take your own lives quickly and in the manner that you want.
Step 1. Questions.
Before continuing further its recommended that you pose to yourself the following questions, just to make sure.
1. Do you really want to die?
Obvious way to begin really, but contains the basic surmise of it all, as if you don’t want to kill yourself, continuing reading would most like come to that conclusion.
2. Why do you want to die?
Try and have a decent reason – it makes the constructing of the suicide note considerably easier, and makes you seem less pathetic to your loved ones and associates. Some of the more generally accepted reasons are that of:
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This Story Is Neary Over
No one sits and stares anymore
Were all rushing around, nobody caring
All I wanted to do was look at the lights
No thought, just needed to see
The more I think about what we are
The less I really want to care
We’re all part of this place
We really don’t want any others
Why do we need to shift the blame?
It’s never us anymore, its all ways him or her
They’ve destroyed our lives
Maybe we could feel again.
Im sitting here dying.
I feel as though it is my fault
That all of this stuff is mounted on me.
I can’t think of the good times anymore
Because all of my favorite times
Are always the bad times
So rather than try to care about others
I sit, and think.
Were have all my lights gone?
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Sceneries and Sounds
Was the blood on my heart not dark enough?
I needed to come back for a second reaping.
Don’t worry babe, the screens meant to get darker
It’s the change in scene that should worry you.
I Hate to love you, yet love to hate you.
So that would mean that hate is my form of love.
Its ok, the bruises should heal.
I didn’t mean to love you so hard.
The darker I go, the more you need it.
But I don’t want to go darker for you.
Just turn up the music. Its should hide the footsteps behind you
You know im here, but you choose to ignore it.
The games of violence just get worse.
I should be playing with you. But you’re playing me
So im changing the rules, not breaking them
Just getting a better feel for the gun.
It’s getting cold and late.
Maybe we should go inside, off the street.
The less people watching the better, babe.
Oh you’ll enjoy this surprise.
The warm eyes seem to flow over us.
He’s watching, judging you
See you soon babe.
We can change the scene T
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A Silent Goodbye
He leant over her still frame and slowly kissed her cheek. She was still – nigh on lifeless, but he could still hear her breathing softly. He didn’t want to do it, but deep down he knew, this was the one way that they could always be together. He Jumped back as she made a sudden movement, but quietened again as he realised she was still asleep. He shivered as a cold wind came in from the open window behind him. It was time.
She didn’t even feel the cloth cover her face, she couldn’t fell the warmth of his body pressed against hers, she was so tired, she just didn’t care. She tried to take a deep breath, but all she could feel was pain, so much pain. Shock racked her body and she flew up at him. Awake. He was too strong; her thin body couldn’t stand the pressure.
His deep blue eyes looked into hers. He tried to tell her to stop moving, tried to explain why he was doing this, that he couldn’t live without her. But eyes don’t speak, and they just ha
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Lean in closely and place your ear to my chest.
Do you hear a sound?
No, of course not.
For there's nothing to take notice of.
My heart stopped beating long ago...
When my smile became my biggest falsehood.
When my laughter turned to pleas for relief.
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My communication failed this morning.
Today I woke up, and my five senses washed away,
on it`s own shore.
Today I woke up, with two bands around my wrist,
with little blood showing through.
It wasn't your fault that my suicide note was
messy, misunderstood, not even read.
Today my insanity kept me alive, to witness more of
life`s wonder miracles. . . of keeping me alive.
My own knowledge made me realize that killing myself,
and staying alive would just be as stupid as killing,
myself and ending up dead.
Knowledge has informed me that you actually care. . .
If I die or live. . .
Live of die.
Today I woke up in a hospital bed,
realizing that I had done the biggest mistake that I could
have ever made.
The following contained :
1. A Suicide note : white paper with no lines, faded out pencil,
misspelled words, a frail sloppy signature.
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Darth KunTstAr
Current Residence: Perth
Favourite genre of music: Screamo/Metalcore/Grindcore/Techno/Goth
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Creative
Skin of choice: Skins of various ladies
Personal Quote: Hilarity Ensues
Hi Deviants,

Well, a lot has changed in the last year that I haven't told you about.

I'm in uni, and im actually doing a degree in writing.

The one person i loved hates me, and i kind of don't like her so much right now - but she's not on deviant so she won't know.

This is just a goodbye - next time you see my name it will be on the front of a book.

The books title will be

"Why i killed the slag that wrote Twilight: A true story of hate fucking"

Iv'e put one last poem up.

Be cool.

- Peace
  • Listening to: City and Colour
  • Reading: Ulysses (GOD DAMMIT)
  • Watching: Caprica
  • Playing: The Lute
  • Eating: Noodles
  • Drinking: Water


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Narutolovesick Featured By Owner May 10, 2009
I gave yu a DW for the heck of it, I mean why not?
meowinthenight Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2008
thanks for the watch
Emocide Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2008
Followed ur link on =P
Alicechan Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2008  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch!~ ^_^
omgomgkbye Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2007
are you ever going to finish d-day??
damaskangel Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2007  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for the :+fav: :love:
Lucy101 Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2007  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
thx for the watch and friends add :3
omgomgkbye Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2007
spanks for ze watch gangsta
seems-like-a-waste Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2007
Thanks for the fav. I want to move to Australia.
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