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Marching on dead feet
over a field of gray
we lost the soul
we lost ourselves
in a time we'll never forget
we're an army of dead men.
Innocence gone
hearts lost
Those who shoved us into this world
were lost long ago
as a wage of war.
Even the shallowest scratch
cuts to the bone
with a story we don't care to tell
some still scream
when in the heat of battle
they find another hollow
in the very flesh of their souls.
But most can no longer muster a tear
as we march
doing the dirty work of the devil.
An army of dead men.
We only wish we could care
over a field of gray
we lost the soul
we lost ourselves
in a time we'll never forget
we're an army of dead men.
Innocence gone
hearts lost
Those who shoved us into this world
were lost long ago
as a wage of war.
Even the shallowest scratch
cuts to the bone
with a story we don't care to tell
some still scream
when in the heat of battle
they find another hollow
in the very flesh of their souls.
But most can no longer muster a tear
as we march
doing the dirty work of the devil.
An army of dead men.
We only wish we could care
Literature
You Fucked Me Up
I gave you my life
And now I'm rotting inside
I gave you my dreams
And now they're fading away
I gave you my hope
And now it's crushed
I gave you my mind
And now it's filled with depression
But most of all
I gave you my heart
but you let it rot
You let it fade away
You crushed it
And you filled it with depression
To say it simple
So everyone will understand
You fucked me up
And I'm recovering, slowly
Literature
Bitterweed
the crows have taken their pound of flesh and eaten it raw,
dragging their voices down the chalkboard sky.
medicated, i watch them feed with empty Auschwitz eyes,
every day is the same claustrophobic affair over again.
i miss the taste of axenic fear in my throat,
but my new world is monochrome and i am forced to swallow their synthetic ambrosia.
twisted into my fetal pose, i mark the walls misted from my metric breath,
they say those in glass houses.. but i have no stones to throw
or i would waste this crystal mausoleum from the inside.
they nailed my wings to the floor,
they keep me tranquilized and tell me this is home.
the show
Literature
Sacrifice
Sacrifice
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
-
Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Innocent souls
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know
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wow this made the front page? not even in my wildest dreams did i think that could happen, thank you all so much. I have to tell V (the one who had the dream), sorry for any spelling errors it was late at night and i was typing kinda fast, i'll probably go back and fix it later on today.Yes it does have a picture front the cd "The Black Parade" which happens to be my favorite cd of all time, IDK i just got that image in my head when i was writing it. Thank You All 
inspired by a dream my friend had aabout scars thatmade hollows in your flesh. And of course i dramatized it so drastically it became this depressing imbodiment of war....she did say she saw an army at the very of the dream that was a lot like this, and that no one else could see the hollows, and that when she went to help them they disappeared. The concept grabbed me, i'm probably gonna do and actual drawing but it firstly made me think of the black parade so brava, bravisimo, stupenda and all that shit.
Btw the pic came from google
inspired by a dream my friend had aabout scars thatmade hollows in your flesh. And of course i dramatized it so drastically it became this depressing imbodiment of war....she did say she saw an army at the very of the dream that was a lot like this, and that no one else could see the hollows, and that when she went to help them they disappeared. The concept grabbed me, i'm probably gonna do and actual drawing but it firstly made me think of the black parade so brava, bravisimo, stupenda and all that shit.
Btw the pic came from google
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spelled 'field' wrong in line two.