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The sound of hearts beats to nothing Slowing down, Dieing out The lights dim and fade away Darker, darker… It’s never been so dark Carry me away Angel of death For I have nothing left to give The train has come and gone You got on and I stayed behind Then the lights got dim, faded away Darker, darker… It’s never been so cold Pick me up Spread your dark wings For I am your prey Hear my ghost, pass you by I’ll echo through the snow The sun will fall And it will be so d
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Vacant ChairVacant Chair 12/31/06Vacant Chair
I’ll throw a rope down From these rooftops of heaven As your sitting alone By one vacant chair This chair will be empty, forever and more For I am at home, dead on the floor And until I’m forgiven For sins left untold This rope will be left Only for me to see With you sitting alone By one vacant chair…
-Brian Janecek-
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- Current Residence: Naperville, Il
- Interests: Music, Games, Teagan(Girlfriend)
- Favourite movie: Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: Alkaline Trio
- Favourite genre of music: Punk, Alternative, Techno, Pop Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Teagan Roth :)
- Favourite game: The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox
- Personal Quote: "To kill a young mans point of view, is to kill his only friend" -Justin Furstenfeld-
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"In the meadow of sinful thoughts, every flower is perfect."
~you can cover the blemishes on your face but once you open your mouth your true flaws stand out~
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"Life is like a pie. You can never see nor tell what's inside if you don't take a part of it, You'll never know what's the taste if you don't take a bite from it."
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"Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantonness weeping through"
-Aleistar Crowly Hymn to Pan
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