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Peeling the Dead Skin

Contributed by andthefoolshallburn on Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 08:18:23 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles



Moving slowly, won't comprimise. Severed, but I still won't bleed. I need my voice to crack and peel away the front. This is my immaculate suicide. These memories may burn, but the ash will not fall. I will not forsake what we have fought for, crossed lines for, and died for.

I'm trapped inside your failures. You expect idols to be molded in your form, but these pictures will only burn at your every word.

This acid burns my cheeks and it's so hard to swallow when the tables have turned. I sleep on nothing because you've stolen the walls I hid behind.

Art comes in many forms, and my throat shows my aggressions.

Art comes in many forms, and my throat relieves my aggressions.




Copyright © andthefoolshallburn ... [ 2004-12-27 20:18:23]
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Re: Peeling the Dead Skin (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 08:31:22 PM AEST
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deep and heart felt, but shudnt bands be fun? i think ever1 likes to complain abit about the other band memebers, me thinks mayb u should leave if its that horrific?


Re: Peeling the Dead Skin (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 08:31:25 PM AEST
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excellent write. i wish i was in a band ::sigh::


Re: Peeling the Dead Skin (User Rating: 1 )
by LevyMetal on Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 08:35:52 PM AEST
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The last two lines will stay in my mind for days to come.


Re: Peeling the Dead Skin (User Rating: 1 )
by AndTheFoolShallBurn on Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 09:16:03 PM AEST
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Just to clarify, I'm not speaking TO the band, but instead WHY I need the band.


Re: Peeling the Dead Skin (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Monday, 27th December 2004 @ 10:53:51 PM AEST
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I'm not in a band but I can still relate to this
music takes away my aggression and my
frustration if only for a little while. Anyway, this
was a beautifully well written piece I loved it
and the imagery was amazing.

Bobo (Joel)




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