

Who am I?Sometimes I feel I don't belong Like broken words To a beautiful song Day in, Day out Myself, I ask How long will it take To get rid of this mask? People tell me I need to be me But am I Who I claim to be? I thought I was That superstar With the perfect boyfriend And the awesome car. But now I look And all I see Is who I thought And claimed to be.Who am I?


This is how I Died...It bored into my skull, It pierced right into my head, And now I see my body there, I realize I am dead. Right before Death grabs at me I gaze down at the mud, I find it no surprise That all I see is blood. Although this may seem strange to you I really hadn't cried, For at that moment, all I thought Was "This is how I died..."This is how I Died...


Til DeathI hear the priest praying I still can't believe Remembering your voice It hurts Til Death do we part...Til Death
I see the coffin lowering I see tears cloud my eyes I still remember seeing your face It burns Til Death do we part...
I feel the raindrops dripping Hiding my tears Remembering your warm hand It stings Til death do we part...
I smell the sweet scent of flowers I wish you hadn't gone. I still remember you sweet scent It aches Til Death do we part...
til Death... til Death...


The Song of SilenceRing, ring, ring, ring I hear the silence sing to me One dreaded long whole note I can't do much, but let it be. It sings it's melodic tune Piercing through my head And for a moment I feel as if this silent song would rather have me dead. It's deafening wail sings in my ear It's haunting, sad tone It tells me thing I knew by now For it tells I am alone.The Song of Silence
| Hello, my name is Maralyn. most of my freinds call me mary. I'm a little shy, but i stand up for my freinds as much as i can. I like: Music, Freinds, Dark places, and All Hallows Eve. I don't like: idiots with no lives, people that randomely make fun others, bullys, and spammers. |
Thank you for the watch as well, now I'm gonna watch you!
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"My father was a writer. You would've liked him. He used to say that artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use them to cover the truth up."
-Evey Hammond, V for Vendetta
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I am a man not more immortal than the rest. So, why is it that I am tormented more than the rest.
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"My father was a writer. You would've liked him. He used to say that artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use them to cover the truth up."
-Evey Hammond, V for Vendetta
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I am a man not more immortal than the rest. So, why is it that I am tormented more than the rest.
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