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(no subject) [Jan. 22nd, 2006|06:20 pm]
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morbidsoulsrus
Tis the owner here. I want to cut sometimes still, but one, its bad for the baby, and two, I could loose my $9/hour job. Which for a high school kid is great. I'm so tired, and sometimes I feel it creeping back, like so many spiders spinning that same warped web over my eyes, just close enough to block out the world and put me back in mine. It's been a long time since I've been in that place where the light grows so faint that it becomes a shadow of itself. Just smoke, twisting in the corners, becomming the faces, whispering the voices. The only light is reflected from the blade, but reflected from where? In a dark room, why is it that you can always find the demon in the mirror, before you find yourself? There is always the light inside, its so hard to find though so instead we all choose the demon to mask us. To hide while we watch the blood flow. It's never us who cuts, just ourselves masked in the darkened mirror. A warped shadow. Smoke twisted at the corners. It's when you can see through the demons eyes that it stops, thats why it never does, because who, if you could tell me, would ever look into the demons eyes? Just so many falling bodies, lost in the rabbit hole.
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Cool group... [Jun. 19th, 2005|10:04 pm]
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slobberblood
<*a href="/community/lunatic__asylum"*><*img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v334/datewithanight/thelowestoflow.jpg" alt="promo" border="0" */>*</a>
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RAPE ME OF MY INNOCENCE [Mar. 23rd, 2005|06:17 pm]
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magnos2020
RAPE ME OF MY INNOCENCE

rape me of my innocence and dont pretend you care. because when i need you,you are never truely there.
rape me of my happiness and replace the love inside. all my feelings,hopes and dreams all opinions you love to deride.
rape me of my youthfulness and make me old and gray.
rape me of my laughter and make it go away
rape me of my joy and replace it with cries of pain.
rape me of my innocence,rape me once again. all this time i thought you were my friend.
beat me,fuck me,caress me,molest me. violate me,take me,hate me forever and a day.
can you see the pain inside which will never go away?
so rape me of my eternal youth and replace it with futile dreams.
invade my thoughts and replace them with empty promises.
drive the knife deep in my flesh and penetrate my emptiness.
whip me,beat me,flay the flesh right off my back. look at me with eyes full of tenderness.
watch as the blood pours out of my veins look at me with eyes so deranged.
cut my wrists tonight and watch as they slowly bleed. lap the blood as it flows out my veins
drink the lifeblood until only plasma remains. watch as my blood stains the carpet below
do something,anything to make me whole.
sever my artery's until the blood squirts like a crimson geyser.
your thinking all the while that you couldnt be any nicer.
kill me because im worthless. fuck me because you can. hurt me because your good at it.
use me like a drug addict. become addicted to my poison. become addicted to my taste. lap as the warm blood curdles in my veins. drain me of my happiness treat me so obscene. rape me of my tenderness life is but a dream. life is but a passing thought. a highway leading to nowhere and everywhere all at once.
please do me a favor just this once. rape me of my innocence.take me once again. take the breath from my lungs till only blasphemy remains. rub your tender hands down the small of my back and then reach in and rip out my heart like a heart attack. watch as my heart pulsates in your hand then bite into it savagely. feeling the rich blood as it drips down your vile face,all the while cherishing the taste.. rip out my vocal cord's till i can no longer scream. rip out my eyes till i can no longer see. rape me of my innocence and leave me vunerable once again. im perfect yet worthless.im jaded yet my soul yield's a beautiful fragrance.
it smells of blood and ashes. it smells of broken dreams. it smells of alabaster and milk with honey so sweet. it smells of warmth and yet decay. break me until i say. rape me of my innocence
rape me of my passions. rob me of my joy,make me a fucking useless toy.
put your knife at my throat. cut and then sit there and gloat. as the blood pours off my body like a scarlet rain till im in a land where i can feel no pain. i have nothing left to lose and yet nothing left to gain. no matter what happens i shall never be the same.
so rape me oh so savagely. scream my name again. take my pain deep inside and use it once again.
caress me,molest me,use me,abuse me. pyschotic,elusive,broken,inconclusive, destructive,corruptive,
corrosive,deluded,unstable,not able to breath again.
SO RAPE ME OF ME INNOCENCE! TAKE MY LIFE IN YOUR HANDS. USE ME ANY WAY YOU WISH ONE DAY I WILL UNDERSTAND
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(no subject) [Sep. 21st, 2004|03:06 pm]
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morbidsoulsrus
I need to smoke. I need to smoke, go out, come home to a nice quite comfortable, private bedroom and sleep. I dont have privacy unles my dads out, and then whats the point? It's only privacy if theres someone to invade it. I dont wanna talk any more today.
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(no subject) [Aug. 30th, 2004|11:02 pm]
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morbidsoulsrus
[Current Mood |draineddrained]

Ok slight change of plans, my dad isnt going out fo town, but we're still gonna watch horror movies over here if everybody can. We're supposed to have another hurricane by around 2 p.m saturday, but hopefuly you all can still come.
Today sucked ass. I woke up late, got sick from eating breakfast too fast, and cried my eyes out through fourth period. We had to write a two page essay on if we were a 16 year old that was pregnant and if we would choose life or death. I thought I could handle it till the guys behind me started talking about their essay. They had the choice of pretending to be a girl or writing about if they got someone pregnant, and the two behind me chose to be girls. They were talking and laughing about how they were gonna make their essays about sluts and whores that chose abortion only so they could have more sex. I kept writting and finished mine. They didnt talk about it anymore, but the tears just came. My seccond misscarage...it hurts. It makes me sad. But at least I'm normal again for the most part. And I dont have to worry so much about serious stuff.
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(no subject) [Aug. 20th, 2004|08:47 pm]
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morbidsoulsrus
[Current Mood |blaheh]

Went to the doctor today. Being put on drugs for diabetes, still might be pregnant, spider bite isn't deadly so I only have to put shit on it everyday (at least I dont have to have it lanced), advised to go back to counseling, and suggested that I'm bi-polar. Not really in a good mood today, kinda lost in thought. Eh, whatever...
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(no subject) [Aug. 9th, 2004|01:20 pm]
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morbidsoulsrus
I had to get a new e-mail cuz i was going in chat rooms and ppl were sending me porn, lol. Heres my new one, its NMR127@aol.com, and just NMR127 for AIM
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Story of a Blood Whore... [May. 19th, 2004|06:08 pm]
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slobberblood
[Current Mood |thirstyFeeling the Hunger]
[Current Music |Skinny Puppy - Smothered Hope [Ogre and Mark Walk Remix]]

The medical examiner was drunk. He had more bodies on the way and had to make room. He already had the men stacked in two’s and in his drunken mind worried about the propriety of where to put the women. He had two that he kept in the examination room. The one was charred to ruin and had to kept in the body bag, the other had been strangled and wasn’t that worse off for the wear. The men on the other hand had mostly been riddled with bullets, shot in the extremities and just a fucking mess. He preferred to keep those out of sight where he wouldn’t constantly be reminded of what it was he was dealing with every day for a week. One woman, the reporter had been shot in the face and he piled her into a drawer with the skinny guy who had also been shot in the face, each zipped in their separate body bags like kids’ lunches.
He flipped off the television as it was announcing more casualties and figured he had a good half an hour before the EMT’s were ringing his bell yet again. He had kept the windows open during the storm to air the place out, but the combined odor of formaldehyde and death, as used as he was to it was not mixing well with the alcohol he stunk of. He’d been in the business forty years and had never smelled it so powerfully; it had never filled his lungs and polluted his breath with the pungency it did now. He needed to sleep because he was dreaming already, imagining the corpses doing a mad Dance Macabre before killing one another all over again. He saw them doing a roundelay with their stiff yellow fingers around each other’s throats.
Sure he was dreaming, cadaverous scarface gangsters in bloody suits, skipping with glee to a merry mournful tune. He dreamed the he was the one playing the devil’s trill to all their amusement. He even had a chorus off hell sent hillbillies to slap their disembodied knees and sing along. It was hoedown in Hades; come one, come all and come as you are! The party growing so huge the dead was dancing in the streets! And the fiddle player played on, and on and on and on!
He awoke with the shakes, reached for his bottle of rye and someone handed it to him.

“Thanks, Bill,” but it wasn’t Bill the EMT. It was the woman, the one with the bright red ring around her throat where the very life had been strangled out of her--the woman who had dies of asphyxiation and whose face was pale as a cloud, and whose body was as full and soft and round. He was draining the bottle, looking through the round distorted bottom at the face, lips so red they hurt his eyes to look at them, eyes so black there were no eyes, there were maggots for pupils and the lips smiled teeth yellow as cat urine in the snow. He brought the bottle away from his face, looked at it like maybe he’d snatched the wrong one; maybe he was drinking the goddamned formaldehyde. Then he looked at the woman standing before him. Nope. Before he screamed she had her hands around his throat, squeezing as she brought his lips nearer to her and then he felt the kiss, the Devil’s kiss that began to suck the life out of him. He felt his tongue leaving his mouth, his teeth being pulled and ripped from the gum. The air in his lungs was being inhaled like someone taking a load of helium to make funny voices, but his blood boiled like hot oil and he felt it being siphoned from his lips, pouring from his nostrils, filling his eyes and spilling from his ears. His pickled brain was going dry and the woman was getting tipsy from it. She giggled and hiccuped and his mind never comprehended exactly what had happened. She released the freshly drained corpse from her fingers and it rolled off the desk where it had been lying no more than a shrunken wrapper. She teetered barefoot around the room, giggling maniacally, making her way until her dead eyes began to see and her cold fingers feeling what they touched. She found the door and naked but for the black lace she had been killed in, yet again—she didn’t know how many times she had died in lace, she made it to the street and ran cackling into the moonlit night.
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Hmm... [May. 17th, 2004|06:55 pm]
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virgo_shadow
[Current Mood |curiouscurious]
[Current Music |Tragic Kingdom -- No Doubt]

Okay, i'm new here. We really need to add more members... How's everyone doing, first off? Good? Then i'll tell you about myself. My name is Julie. I usually go by the nickname; Shadow. Either is fine. Well, if anyone wants to ask me more questions, don't hesitate to ask.

It's okay to be curious.
~ Shadow.
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(no subject) [May. 10th, 2004|12:35 pm]
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timskoldgods
Ugh go fuck yourself ...Go slit your wrists.Do it.do it.do it deep..
and then join:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/krazykutterkids/
Because I love you<33
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