all_this_sorrow_becomes_me -{||ephemeraL||arcS||}- is it that:: it compliments me:: it is becoming? or that the sorrow replaces me that was? am i standing a well complimented substitution? 020501 ... sabbie in a whimsical mood i now have pale skin, and i get to be skeletally thin, my hipbones protrude, so do my cheekbones. these black clothes make me look all tragic. i circle my eyes with eyeliner so that everyone will know the angst i have inside. this razor blade is beautiful, all silver and black, it compliments me, my hair, my nosering, perfectly. the scarlet line it leaves against my skin is striking, the only colour i have in this monotone life. the blood splatting on the bathroom floor, underneath the harsh blinking floresent light, is my soul's tears. my head feels lighter, lighter than it has in years. as the blood escapes, so my life escapes and my final thought is that i became my sorrow at last. 020501 ... Arwyn + The sorrow of the fall of man + too painful for words *it is now me* We hurt each other, all creatures around us. *I say we are all beautiful and unique others say I am beautiful and unique* + the death of hope + ~ Man shall not unite ~ _wars will be fought no one shall win___ *tears of the innocent fall on the tombstones of their parents morality} 020501 ... Tiffa All this sorrow becomes me It colors me in shades of blue Insece rise through the night I think of us, my tears fall on you. All this sorrow becomes me I hold no fear of death anymore I walk past all these granite markers Their wasted life scars my core Stars unite and chaos reigns No one else can feel my pain Black and blue marks my face I drape myself in silk and lace Go away! I yell to them Love is light, but life is dim. 020501 ... blown cherry happier_sad 020501 ... bethany my face is nice and red pretty like snow white out in the snow when i was blonde it looked fake but this real black is natural and so is this surly smug face i can't even get to grin and the blotches are becoming 020501 what's it to you? who go blather from