I know I've missed a lot of works of you all and I'm really sorry.
Thanks to all the people who's still leaving comments and favving my crap "works".
Love,
V


promiseEach and every night. Each. Any. Every. You come. You look at me. I don't know what happens then. Maybe be talk. Maybe we kiss. Maybe I just ask you "Why?" Maybe I just lose myself into your beauty.promise
You give me a sign. And then you just walk away. And it happens every night.
Your eyes. I lost myself. Your glance. Still drowing in it.
Kill me again.
Your mouth. Your smile. ...
Any night. Here.
Til the morning lights reach my eyes. And you just fade away.


.anytime.Realizing it all hurts. Realizing that YOU- ..anytime.
You were my world. You were everything to me. My smile. My tears. My nights. My hopes to be in your mind, at least for a second. .
The words that didnt come out. All the things Ive never told you. All the things Ive always liked. And all the things Ive always hated. My hope. That now is gone. . I was feeling alive and I didnt care that you were with her too. You were the cheater but I felt like I was a cheater too. Ev


UnseenThe truth is that you've been the only one to make me feel alive. The only one who hold me when I felt I was dying. The only one I'd have done anything with, the only one I'd have said anything to.Unseen
But since you chose to not see me anymore,I feel I'm dying day by day.
And when I happen to see you, I see my happiness turning black. As I disappear with it.
"If you don't see,I'll remain unseen"


HandsThe streets are singing empty names as the clouds unleash rehearsed orisons; I hope you find what you are looking for, even if I am empty-handed. My empty hands will not be crimson, bathed in the blood of tears you cried for you were lost. I cannot imagine not knowing anything less than “yes, the sky bleeds”. If we stood under this fixture, we could make silhouettes.Hands


Undeserved HateAnd if I force and say you to open your eyes when the room is dark and in silence?Undeserved Hate
And if I order and request to you to observe who I punish and twist the ones that say what I don't
want them to say?
And if I put guns
in children's arms, saying is worth dying for something I don't even want?
It's probable that from the end of my bed is born between ashes and shouts the son of all disappeared in order to devastate with the navel of all undeserved hate.
Al


Join Me...Join meJoin Me...
You said you’d join me In my pleasure
And I ask you To join me in my suffering Take the burden from my shoulders Out of my head I need a helping hand To pull me out of this bottomless well Before darkness swallows me
You told me Forgiving wasn’t impossible And the knife would be thrown away As cold promises full of regret Never were made
I cannot stand the stabbing warmth Of everyone around me For it seems as if I’m caught in my own little winter The cold heart of time  


Just a freakin' dialog...Dmitri: Well, well… Look who we have here! Robin, isn’t it? I have been expecting you.Just a freakin' dialog...
Robin: Of course you have, ”uncle”. I do believe that my death has always been an
amusing thought for you.
Dmitri: That’s very unkindly said… How can you think something like that, my “dear” nephew?
Robin: That’s not difficult at all, asshole… Not difficult…
Dmitri: You are really the black sheep in the family, Robin… Did you know that?
Robin: …Or the white one… Depends on from where you’re looking at it…
Dmitri: Oh, no… You’re always going to be a bastard…. &nbs
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You can conquer others with power, but it takes true power to conquer your self.
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..I've finally reached my breaking point..
..Come here, Meet Your Nemesis (Sinergy)..
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Do you know why I'm a novelist? Because I'm obviously fucking mad!
I experience everything very strongly. Music is my defense against the world. ~Tuomas Holopainen
Love that song<3
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..I've finally reached my breaking point..
..Come here, Meet Your Nemesis (Sinergy)..
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Do you know why I'm a novelist? Because I'm obviously fucking mad!
I experience everything very strongly. Music is my defense against the world. ~Tuomas Holopainen
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My literature gallery - ~CrescentScythe
Your Smile Has Decayed...
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Do you know why I'm a novelist? Because I'm obviously fucking mad!
I experience everything very strongly. Music is my defense against the world. ~Tuomas Holopainen
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When I kiss you like a lover
That is when we discover
We are burning in the fire
This love will never tire
~Papa Roach
The Fire
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