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Empty angelfingers grasped in shadowed halls passions raging in illicit touches step by step towards anonymous sanctuary behind closed doors where no eyes pryEmpty angel
her name is not important, she has no place becoming as faded as the antique wallpaper brown hues, drab, dimly lit by cheap bulbs softening the lines that litter her face like scars
and still they come, to ascend the drab steps finding solace in the arms of an empty angel hiding her wings from unbelieving eyes while the world outside hers continues on
empty dreams echo around the walls haunting melod


Creature of the nighton a night like this will you sell your soul to the man in the blue moon could you break your cycle of solitude step from beneath the murky shadows of this deepest midnight claim the night and its dark wishes live out the story yet untoldCreature of the night
inside the heart which lies dead inside you
forever's not so long if you dont count each second
but dance in the moments
beneath the dark moon's light just one more soul called to the dark enticed by the man in the moon to this solitary life of insane insomnia
this eternal waking nightmare for the
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Vedder makes everything better...
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God must love idiots, he made so many of them
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Vedder makes everything better...
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God must love idiots, he made so many of them
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Vedder makes everything better...
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"Where?"
"Oh, wherever men of my sort used to go, long ago. Wandering on paths that other men have not seen. Behind the sky. On the other side of the rain."
~Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell
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So many people treat you like youre a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.
- Gerard Way
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God must love idiots, he made so many of them
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So many people treat you like youre a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.
- Gerard Way
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-Ophelia
"The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waist's and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save Us!"
And I'll look down and whisper "No."
-Rorschach from "Watchmen"
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