i hurt myself today
to see if i still feel
i focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but i remember everything
what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt
i wear this crown of shit
upon my liar's chair		 full of broken thoughts
i cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
i am still right here
what have i become?
my sweetest friend
everyone i know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
i will let you down
i will make you hurt
if i could start again
a million miles away
i would keep myself
i would find a way.
~Trent Reznor~
"hurt"
(The Downward Spiral)
I wondered how some people can be such a necessary
part of one's life one day, and simply vanish the next...
isn't it supposed to last?
~Josh Charles~
(Threesome)
i could never be an artist,
i've experienced very little tragedy.
~Dominique Swain~
(Girl)
Evil is only good perverted.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~
When i am dead, my dearest,
sing no sad songs for me.
Plant thou no roses at my head,
nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me,
with showers and dewdrops wet;
and if thou wilt remember,
and if thou wilt forget.
~Christina Rossetti~
Beauty is a short lived reign.
~Socrates~
All the day the darkness and cold
upon my heart have lain
like shadows on the winter sky
like frost upon the pane.
~John Greenleaf Whittier~
The melancholy days are come
the saddest of the year
of wailing winds and naked woods
and meadows brown and sere.
~William Cullen Bryant~
Let no man fear death
we all love to sleep
and death is but the sounder sleep.
~Francis Beaumont~
Here, here it lies
a lump of lead by day
and in my short
distracted nightly slumbers
the hag that rides my dreams.
~John Dryden~
She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
meet in her aspect and her eyes.
~Lord (George Gordon Noel) Byron~
Better be with the dead
than on the torture
of the mind to lay
in relentless ecstasy.
~William Shakespeare~ (Macbeth)
Emancipate yourselves
from mental slavery,
None but yourselves
can free mind.
~Bob Marley~		 Oh death!
The poor man's bestfriend.
The kindest and best.
~Burns~
(Man Was Made To Mourn)
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
lillies that fester smell worse than weeds.
~William Shakespeare~ (Sonnets)
Maybe i'll just say this:
There'll be bugs
and there'll be roses
there'll be blood
and water to wash it away
So open your mouth wide
and drink in the rain
tumble headlong down the grassy hill
under the flip-flopping sky
and with all your strength
become what you're becoming.
spoken by Kelly Lynch in Warm Summer Rain		 Double, double
toil and trouble;
fire burn
and cauldron bubble
~Shakespeare~
(Macbeth)
When love has flown
and you're alone
reach for your dildo

When life's a mess
and filled with stress
reach for your dildo

When a lover
you've twice caught cheating
tells you that
his heart's still beating
don't let him stay, send him away
reach for your dildo.
~Doris Wishman~
"Queen of Sexploitation"
HBO's Real Sex 21
A sadder and a wiser man
he rose the morrow mourn
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Man is his own worst enemy.
~Cicero~
There are some feelings that even time cannot benumb.
~Lord Bryon~
A little evil is often necessary for obtaining a greater good.
~Voltaire~
�2001
*Melankolly's Cyanide Asylum*
~melankolly~
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