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AssassinThe twilight sky swells a hypnotic dark shade as the couple meetAssassin
Her lean body, wrapped in a black silk dress reflecting the almost blue light of the now-set sun down to her ankles. Her dainty feet encased in feminine leather on the dull grey pathway framed by the brilliance of green almost glowing in the silver light. She turns her pale-skinned body around to face him, with her burgundy lips locked in a serene smile
Straightening his back he repays the smile, extending an arm sleeved in cream coloured fabric towards her torso.
by ~vialick
artistHis thinning black hair seems almost red from the harsh light shining through it. Twisted and lice infested, dreadlocked through negligence.artist
A cruel twisted spine bends down towards the canvass spread on the concrete path. His warn, weak hands shaking from an overload of caffeine shake as he picks up his piece of charcoal and begins the work.
Rough black lines picking up the texture of the soiled pavement. Up, down, around in circles with increasing momentum. His spirit and spit smudging along, as it forms a broken mirror, upon a broken mirror.
His eyes close. He tightly grips the ruined remains of what
by ~vialick
What would the difference beIf I fell Would you mourn the day If I jumped Would it be the same I can't feel this But would it go away I can't feel this It must be decayWhat would the difference be
Life Help me Life Couldn't be
You don't need any observations to see that somethings wrong don't put that guilt into me I might cry for too long
Life Help me Life Couldn't be
If I loved you would you run away? If I needed you would you never stray? If I hurt you would you cry for ma
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day of triumphWatching overhead I see the flags drop and the titans fall, the sky breathes a sigh of releif as darkness cleanses the land, and all in it know the world has fallen and we are the victorsday of triumph
Shadows dance and chains fall the truth has been reveiled Tears weep in bloody mass We have won the day
Today we have triumphed and won a world we never knew
Our brave new world forged by the souls of those who could not die. A tell-tale sign from the corrupted foundation that we left behind
Our utopia
by ~vialick
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- Current Residence: My imagination, or is there realy a 'Wyong'
- Interests: Film, music, poetry, insanity, languages, screaming, llamas, penguins, Cyberpunk, goth, industrial
- Favourite movie: Eraserhead, Tetsuo the iron man, and Pi
- Favourite band or musician: Merzbow
- Favourite genre of music: Goth, EBM, NOISE, Industrial, powernoise, DnB, prog rock, classical, jazz, most stuff
- Operating System: Mac OS 10.4, Ubuntu linux 6.10
- Shell of choice: Gamera's (Japanese superhero turtle)
- Wallpaper of choice: The stuff that peels and makes everywhere look like it's from some ghetto of the future
- Skin of choice: Human, perfect for binding books
- Favourite game: At the moment it would be katamari, though I'm hanging out to buy a DS for Phoenix Wright
- Favourite cartoon character: Shinji Ikari
- Tools of the Trade: brain connected by many tubes in small fishtank filled with formaldahyde
- Email: vialick@hotmail.com
- MSN: vialick@hotmail.com
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