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12-24-2004, 08:52 PM
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Sergio Wrote This...I'm Posting It Because It's Cool
From the ash a Phoenix born
There's an emptiness here. Within these eyes so cold. Soft frail pale skin so easily bruised. A broken wounded spirit and a shattered dream. Tattered clothes and brittle hair. Then they enter the room. With their tools of pain. Ripping away at my flesh. Clawing at my eyes and draining my soul. There is no escape, no rescue party, no salvation. They have conquered Me. I am dying. But something unexpected happens. The tiniest beam of sun light makes it's way into the chamber. Just enough to summon you. There you appear in the path of the sun within the darkened hall. So strong, so sure, so compassionate. The demons recoil at your presence. You lift my broken body breaking me free of my hellish restraints and breath life back into my exhausted soul. my eyes come to life with the power of the sun. Fire on my breath and the will of a dragon. You have saved my broken soul.Your eyes are so kind and gentle. Your touch fills me with life and inspiration. I live again.
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...  If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be 
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12-24-2004, 09:48 PM
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Thats bloody good, does he write books? if not he should.
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12-24-2004, 09:53 PM
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... If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be
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12-24-2004, 10:08 PM
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Found it :)...
It's not safe here. The blood was everywhere today. Dripping onto the floor from the walls and the table top. It started out as a small red spot on the ceiling just last night. I found it odd yes, but thought I was just seeing things. Then I came home today and it was everywhere. It took hours to clean it up, and that smell. It's maddening and ringing within my head like the very odor of death. I dare not imagine what is going on up there. I dare not investigate because I fear for my very life. All that blood. There's no way things are normal at all up there. How can I sleep tonight? How can I lay down with the heavy sent of blood still on my hands. It felt like it was still warm. I close my eyes only to see it again. My hands covered in red. I'm going to nail the doors shut. I only hope when the time comes I can get out. Things are quiet today. The blood that had dripped down over my table and floors are gone and have not returned. However I still find but poor comfort within these walls. The shadows whisper amongst themselves plotting my end or perhaps just sharing ideas on how to drive a man mad. Some of my things have gone missing. Nothing of great value just things I use every day like my hair brush and shaver. What daft fool takes such things? As I search for them the shadows laughter haunts me. Their voices echo with demented delight over my angst.
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... If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be
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12-24-2004, 10:10 PM
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Very cool.
edit: I love the second one even more.
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12-25-2004, 09:00 PM
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aww. You guys are so cool. Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. I'm not always sure how people will take my scribbling as they follow no sense or path. Thanks for posting them Rayne. I'm Glad you liked them.
I hope you all had a great X-mass. Mine was fun. I can't say much about the weather and all this snow and ice still on the ground. My car has been stuck for the past few days. If not for the kindness of others I would not have been able to see my sister this weekend, but a friend drove me there. I'm not big on X-mass but I love gatherings and gifts.
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If i keep reading stuff from Rayne and yourself i might get discouraged from writing.
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That's good stuff Sergio, I really like the second one...:cool:
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dry spell is a understatment i started on my latest idea about 4 months ago and when i started i got like 20 pages out in just three or four minutes then i just went blank and that was the last time i wrote anything.
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