

What would you do?What if they found out your scar covered secret?What would you do?
Your blood stained story you hide under your sleeve.
You can't help but slide that blade across your flesh, and watch the blood slowly drip.
That painful, electrifying, wonderful sting that makes you feel alive.
For those times when tears just aren't enough.
Slice until it hurts no more, until all your demons are free.
Now you're left with that scarlet ribbon, draped across your wrist.
Because of that day, when no one would listen, help, care.
So what would you do if they found out your addic


DarkxChildSnap the halo and break the wings. Stich up her mouth so she no longer sings.DarkxChild
Cover the light and replace it with dark. This is where evil will make its mark.
Poison the angels, end all their lives. Destroying this race is how her soul thrives.
A new race of pain, misery and hate. Everyone shall follow, through the darkness of hells gate.
Even god can't defeat her almighty power. Sweet on the outside, but inside she's sour.
He tried to stop her, but she pushed him and smiled. "This is the magic of the almighty DarkxChild."


Flowers of DeathRoses are red, violets are blue. Your bones I will break, your eyes I will chew.Flowers of Death
Tear off your limbs and eat all the meat. Your pain and misery is my little treat.
I reach my hand in and pull out your heart. The pain is intense as I pull you apart.
Blood drips onto the cold wet ground. I cut your neck so you don't make a sound.
Your last faded screams are my lullaby. I push your face in the dirt as you slowly die.


My Crayon I am a crayon with a colour of power. I am bold and flawless. The colour of fire, burning with anger and uncontrollable madness. The colour of rage, a psychotic killing spree. The Colour of love, romance and passion. I am a red crayon, in a lonely crayon box.My Crayon
I am red, the colour of blood, dripping from lost souls who died for us. Red, a colour that grabs your attention for good reason or bad. Red, defining lust, or hatred. Red, the colour that beats inside of you. Your heart. Cry. Smile. Scream. Die. Because of red.
As I pull my crayon from it's lonely box, I dr
"What did I win- AAAWW! damn."
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"Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that, to die, I leave my love alone."
-Shakespeare Sonnet 66
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"We are are the artists. Even if it means just living life."
-epione
"Let each man exercise the art he knows." -Aristophanes
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tankya ;]]
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Its supposed to be = \\\'LeRainbowCrayon\\\'
But DA and my imagination decided to momentarily hate me :]
Jeffree Fucking Star Is my Motherfuckin Lovvur <3
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