Live, Love, and Hate – by Orpheus

Week 27.5 – there’s a column at the end of this one, I swear

But until the end of the column, you get another menagerie, yay! Sorry for all of these lately, but it helps me set the mood for what is to come. First, “Xmas-X” by Paralysed Age:

“Santa claus missed in action
My cunt is craving for distraction
Hey you´re such a clever dick
A pensive mood a merry lick

Everytime I feel the spirit
Everytime you give me love
Nail me to the christmas tree
Srew your love into my heart

And you look into my eyes
And i think into your sighs
And you look into my eyes
And i sink into your sighs

Santa claus killed in action
And you do not lose atttraction
Hey you´re a relentless girl
A silent mood a merry world

Everytime I feel the spirit...”

Next, we have “Chrysalis” by Diary of Dreams:

“Read my lips and speak out loud

My fingertips are more then proud

To touch your skin, to feel your face

I'm drowning in your sweet embrace

Emptyness and incompleteness

Endlessness and in-defeat-less

Has never been this little

No longer I could spare a thought

You said I'm welcome anytime

Be sure I know all flaws are mine

Your promises are never lasting

For longer than it takes to say them

Ease my pain and say again...

Tell me that you think the same”

Now, “Screams of the Undead” by Demon Hunter

“Every single time I feel the burn I try to throw it away.

A fast fix for the brokenness of everyday.

Its like the pain is building up, it's swelling up,

I’ve got to choke it down and break it down until it's broke down.

it's like a shard of glass, it's like a broken piece.

Of everything I hate, it's everything in me,

A burnt heart stains black the blood it flows.

A dead soul will overshadow.

Push it out. It’s everything you never were,

Push it out. I want to see it shatter.

And Everyday I see my life rewind tearing through dreams I find I’m wide awake.

And even when it's wrong I start to learn, and then I do it again.

I reach out to grasp and get a broken hand,

And everyone is going to turn their backs.

I want to take them down,

and strike them down and leave them struck down.

Its like I’m made to fail with everything I gain.

Just an infected piece in a defective game.

My two hands give birth to nothing right.

A black past is an effective foresight.

Push it out, it's everything you never were.

Push it out, I want to see it shatter.

And Everyday I see my life rewind tearing through dreams I find I’m wide awake.

And everything is building up, a pale heart is an empty cup,

if nothing ever changes, im’ breaking down, giving up.

Burn it out, let it go, break it all, lose control,

force it out, bring it through, pass it down, make it new.

Kill the pain, scrape it off, leave it here, make it stop.

Tear it down, bleed it out, all the hate, see it straight.

No one ever told me that it would all stay the same.

Everyday I fall on shards of my hatred and shame.”

Now, the column

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Ahahaha, it’s a column, get it? Like in ancient Greece, a column! Ahahaha…you’re not laughing….

Signing out for week 27.5