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Ballad of an Ustable Ego

She chains herself to her unstable ego But has she sold her soul to the mirror Or has the mirror sold itself to her I cannot tell
Control Its stealthy yet fragile
Just a place for insecurities to hide But everything fragile can shatter Her reflection in the mirror All her control And her fathers words as they hit the floor “Im not coming back” They all shatter at once
Now he controls the mirror A reflection of something His lasting impression Something she knows shes not “Screw-up” His final command to the mirror Wi

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consciece“What do you really want, you hypocrite?! Every step you take, you get further from finding out. But is that perhaps where you want to go? Just tell, why do you have to take everyone else down with you?”
Just another plea of the silent screams of my conscience. The answer is just beyond my reach. With a confident hand, I calmly preach. I tell myself,
“Sometimes I may crave happiness, But isn’t that asking for a lot? I may feel like shit, After the hell I cause for myself, But at least I feel. consciece
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Garnished AirEngorged in such satisfaction That only exists to be taken away, I make sure I’m so deeply in denial Of all ‘evil’ so that it may never appear again. What’s wrong with lying to yourself? Even to live is to illusion oneself. Air garnished with lies is easier to breath.
…What’s so wrong with that?
It used to seem to fir. Laying content on the train tracks,
Relaxing as my mind drifts into space Waiting For another train wreck, So I can pretend it’s not my fault. Garnished Air
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intricateI don’t want to have this shadow of
Self-doubt inside my mind I don’t want to have to drown myself To feel like I’m alive I just want to be a shining star In someone else’s life She will wander through the darkness I will guide her with my light
And in all of her salvation
She will pray unto the sky Cause that little hint of meaning
Kept her heart near what is right My intricately simple plan To make me think the sky will never fall intricate
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The Story of My DeathWhat am I supposed to see when I think of death? Should I think of broken skulls... or broken hearts? When one is being strangled by death’s hand, the people weep. Death... it is so cruel. It gives me guilt, it gives me suffering, and worst of all... it pains the ones I hold dear. I wish I could evanesce... like a lost dream slowly fading away. However, I receive only the opposite. Crystal tears fall down my cheeks, cutting the flesh of my withering face. I gasp for air as the cadaverous hands of death puncture my neck. The sword of fate is so beautiful, I have a great view of it. I stare at its metallic blades that are penetrated into my sou The Story of My Death
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Wings of CourageI feel as if I want to fly...   to soar... to caress the beauty of the azure heavens.
Wings envelope me, I feel enticed and secure.
These wings of courage, They are my guardian.
I extend my slender hand, to the celestial sphere above me, reaching for hopes unseen... and emotions unkempt.
But there are times when my wings fail me. Nothing is for certain. Nothing can be trusted.
With these wings of mine... Drawing away from complexity,   all I want is solitude... Wings of Courage
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No, I'm not dead

Wed Jul 21, 2004, 5:55 PM

Well, I doubt that anybody's noticed, but for those who have- I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit deviantART lately. I came across some technical difficulties with my computer (which pretty much means that AOL's being a homo.) And I can't get on anymore.
I might be able to get on from *-emp-'s house, but don't expect much.
In the meantime, keep on spreading the love.

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Current Residence: oh hell, im in New Jersey
Interests: music, guitar, philosiphy, psychology, other shit
Favourite movie: monty python:the meaning of life
Favourite band or musician: our lady peace, cursive, coldplay, incubus, the cure
Favourite genre of music: anything i happen to fancy
Favourite poet or writer: mark vanDoren, John Milton
Favourite game: black & White
Favourite gaming platform: genesis
Personal Quote: i AM the book on racism

Email: matt99@aol.com

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~-emp- Aug 12, 2005, 6:55:46 AM

For friends: Matt's computer's fried (not his own work, naturally.) He sends his love.

~orphen Sep 18, 2004, 12:35:23 AM

everyone: meet matt

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*pkbitch Sep 13, 2004, 8:57:00 AM

So you're the infamous Matt. It's odd how I know your name, even though I've never been to your page.

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