"...Now be quiet, I've got something for you here"

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CYPRIANUS

Some people are meant to stay in this planet, some are called by higher beings to explore the unknown; none but us knew how bad things really where. The mere fact you chose the dark, easy way out should be enough evidence that everyone failed, specially your so called "psychiatrists" with degrees in professional lying and wallpaper gazing, even me.
Sorry, from the bottom of my heart.
I still find life precious, so don't expect me to follow your lead, nor do you dare think that I would, for a second, waste myself for the likes of you. I do not want this, but I believe that it will be for the best if I just move on now instead of mourning you for another year.
Don't really know what else to say.
Other than I still can't believe you are gone.

Can't Believe You Are Gone

"...Now be quiet, I've got something for you here"

Cyprianus

Anhelo Narcoleptico

Romantic Love

I Still Can't Believe What You've Done

Aiwass Framed/The Mad Artist

...Why Is Everyone Staring At Me?

Small Town, Big Talk

A Beauty To Behold/The Police Has Arrived

...Where Was I Last Night?

The World In My Eyes

Long lost brother, fiend of another time, lends me his energy for me to go sightseing. I see trees on fire, I see a me that's sane. I see beautiful people, I see my missing friend. On my way up, my wings melt and transform into tiny ants, making me fall down to a dried up earth.

Long lost sister, lover of another time, lends me her energy to consume myself. I feel a lack of oxigen, I feel my eye beginning to heal. I feel the happy people, I feel my missing friend. On my way down, I turn my back to check if you are following, but there is no one there, only a salt statue, soft to the touch.

Long lost life, death from a different mind, takes me away to the palace of dreams. But the circle was broken, and the demon set free.

Nomisa. My eye. How can I miss you this much?

Apocalypse92

Formerly existing as Self-Destructive Behaviour and Amisitagnus. A big thanks to miss M, I still miss you (heh); a big FUCK YOU to mister C, which stands for CUNT.

A Statement:
"LO!
A collection of bad poetry, grief and boredom!
In this noHr's name,
whose conscience was thrown away,
and now sits atop the throne that fades!
Wherein writting becomes
half-baked tomes
that sound the trumpets of failure!
And bones tame what comes from gore!
And whatever rhymes with -dom!
OL?"

Don't follow me.