"Charitably… I think… sometimes, perhaps,
one must change or die."

† Lucien [The Wake] †

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Quotes:

"What power would hell have if those imprisoned there could not dream of heaven?"
† Dream to Lucifer †
(and the citizens of Hell)


"I believe in convictions stronger than circumstance, morality when no one's looking, true identity and love motivated by something other than fear."
† Dale †


"there is no such thing as logic, only a line of [sometimes factual] reasoning which the majority of individuals collectively deem correct"
† CRB †


"As I watch the people around me going off in their own directions, in search of their own definitions, they take mine with them."
† Dale †


Hit List:

• Regret •
• Someday •
• Holiday •
• Retrospect •
• Cupid •
• Myself •
• Conceptual Fate •
• Groups of three •

I'd kill hope...
but then I'd die.

And innocence too,
but I miss mine too much



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• Muse 35: What is it……? •
May. 27, 2002 † 12:14 a.m.


Tender, achy, stinging hurt
Constant thickness in my throat
A throbbing in my heart
A rent ripped in my soul
An ever-reopening wound
Crying tears of restless despair
Thinking bloody thoughts without a care
I have no one with which all this to share
This feeling, state of being, not so rare
One big agonizing mutilated wound
All my dreams, they’ve been ruined
Broken in pieces so irreparably wrecked
And all my immunity has away been pecked
But the effort of change is too much that I fall
Trying to sort out and make sense of it all
As meaningless contemplations, they fill my mind
Isn’t there any healing power left for me to find?
Isn’t there anything left for this abrasion to bind?
But since there is no binding, anyplace, to be found
In this vulnerable state, I am forever bound
With helpless frustrations as my discarded tears
Leaving with me, instead, so many caustic fears
Pain staring at me with countless taunting jeers
Certainty gawking back at me, in all the broken mirrors
While the remains of my internal awareness peers
Out from its ever-crumbling concealment
Afraid to be recognized
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This one is not quite finished........


Muse 34: Depression † unstructured