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A Cynic's LamentPain is passionA Cynic's Lament by virgoinvertigo
Passion is pain
This is the basis of our society
Work hard for reward
Starve yourself to fit the mold
Is it worth it?
The pain you put yourself through for the rule they made for you to follow
Fight to fit in
Reject to be accepted
Do we follow hypocrites or make our own way to truth?
Re-DedicationRe-DedicationRe-Dedication by virgoinvertigo
Baby, I know youre scared.
And you think that we dont care.
But girl, you know weve all been there.
Its too much for you to bear alone.
Do you remember that picture
That I sent you over Christmas?
The one with the note that said well
Stay best friends for always?
We were just four smiling girls
Trapped within a moment in time.
And out of all the people Ive ever met.
Youve always remained a mystery to me.
But youre one of the Fab Four,
Part of the core.
And no one could ever take your place.
No, we didnt forget you.
This is a re-dedication.
Do you remember that night on your birthday?
You came back and then walked out of the room.
And I sat with you there and held you while you cried.
And told you things would get better someday.
That wed all be okay
Despite the pains we faced.
And we all tried to be there for you.
And we dont know what else to do.
The rest of it is all up to you.
VampiresVampires.Vampires by xlilmisfitx
The sun rises, From beyond the horizon,
Birds start to sing their dawn chorus;
The funeral march of vampires.
That will forever protect us.
They lay buried deep,
Down within their graves,
Trying to ignore that symphony that would accompany their death,
And resist their bloody craves.
They lick their fangs in satisfaction,
Picking flesh from their teeth,
Smiling oh so smugly,
As the humans don't know what lies beneath.
The sun reaches its high point in the sky,
They are cramping up with blood lust,
The wait is almost agonising,
But they know that their fate would still be dust.
Enter the night,
They hear he cry of the baying wolf,
Thousands of clammy hands hurtle through the earth,
As they look for a human to engulf.