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I know how you feel. v.v You just want every breath to be your last, you want your blood to freeze in your veins, the next time you blink you don't want to have the strength to open them again, you hope that you fall where you stand and don't get up again, i've been there.And sometimes you get that dull ache in your chest that feels like your very heart is breaking down the middle, and it feels like your dying so slowly, and you want to feel like that because you want to die, you want the cool hand of death to rip from your body your last shaky breath so you don't have to feel this pain anymore, and every tear you cry the pain and sorrow grow

I Believe That all Art is and extention of the Soul, It flows through are being and through Are Arms Hands and Fingers, On Paper canvas, Metal, Clay Or through an Instrument whatever you use, Art Knows what it's going to be although you May not, You listen to what speaks in your Mind as it guides you to what you finish as, whatever your Art looks like in the end is what it was destined to look Like or Sounds like, So I bare to You A Sliver of My Sould in the form of 4 Poems I hope you take the time to Enjoy them and think of them What you Want. 1. I Want this breathe to be my Last past my lips. I Want this heart beat the last to coarse thr

It slides through you hair, caressing your senses, winding it's way up your spine, relaxing every inch or your body, closing your eyes with a gentle touch, as it lays you down and soothes your savage soul, taking the pain away slowly letting you feel every emotions and some you didn't know you had It's always there as it wraps you in a silk cacoon of your own thoughts, imagination, dreams, wishes and emotions, you loose yourself in the music and your own soul, It takes you to a better place, a better time somewere you've never been before but yet familiar and comforting, it brings forth your true identity until you switch it off or drift off

"Arc, Blue Moon, Forboeding in your wake, When the red sun rises you shall not be forgotten, for the death and hate flows in a river from behind you, please take me with you so I shall not feel the sins of the earth."

"The dagger breaks the skin, Emotion runs down my arm in a sickly river of red, and a faint pain throbs from the source, I Feed off of My Will to feel, I've carved these lines of Insanity Into My Skin By my own hand and Blade, One day i pray the cold metal licks the skin of my soul instead of my flesh, and that it will bare me the feelings i so desperatly wish to feel, The Paths Of my life etched onto my body, they dictate my choices in their sick and twisted way, I feel the voices of madness eating away at my mind again, not long to go till there's nothing left. There is beauty, Art, Eutopia In insanity, I should go there more often."

"I scared myself For i wish to feel all, Pain and Pleasure, For to feel is to create, And to Create Is to be art, I bare my Scars as a Zebra Bares it's stripes, It is a Testiment to my insanity and My Selfish urge to feel You are a fool to throw away such a gift as emotion you are a true fool, for you shall never feel such wonders as the delicate caress of a lover and feel the fire within your soul ignite, You'll never feel the burning trail of a lovers tounge as it explores your cardinal flesh, But i have a chance to feel the sins of flesh unlike you, But we both share the punishment of never feeling true emotions, like the joy of gazing upo