Oh well. I guess History can't always be too kind.


A Warning from the Thinker.Tis getting too dark to see,A Warning from the Thinker.
a threatening silence beckons me. A chill wind wraps, a lonely presence.
Soon I face wrath of patience.
Standing in the doorway of destiny,
on my shoulders are the burdens of the lonely.
I feel a cry to my name,
The utterance of it tempts me to stay sane.
"Need me" she whispers in her mind,
"I love you" her heart screams.
But, she is the one I can not find.
I am washing away in destiny's blood streams.
Denying myself aid, denying myself expression.
This loneliness is just a price of wealth -
it demands that I fa


Socrates' Lone RidersPut out the fire,Socrates' Lone Riders
Extinguish your ire,
Pack up weve got to go. Where well be, I dont ever know.
Just lone riders in a terrible dream.
I am lost, so are you
We dont belong in this dream Gotta escape, gotta wake, gotta fly into the blue
You and I, forever refugees
Well never survive we dont believe in the false effigies Were like the free man of Socrates Cave We see the light, but cant teach the mob to behave.
Here we are, come with me.
Jump into the void, wel
The Dead Road

FarewellI’m sick of saying sorry I wish I didn’t care But still it always hurts To know that you’re not thereFarewell
I wonder if you hear this So deep inside your shell I still hear your question It’s dragging me through hell
I’m tired of all their hoping I wish my eyes were dry But still I feel your pain And I can’t help but cry
I wonder if you realised Just what you've done to me I still hope your pain’s gone Now that you are free
I’m bored of saying sorry For some-thing I did not start But still I’ll feel the guilt &nbs


SorryThe pain hits rightSorry
To the nerve This Is not What you deserve
Four words
Spit poison from my lips Away from me I see you slip
You feel this way
Because of me I was so blind I failed to see
The cut Too deep for me to heal The hurt I've caused You won't reveal
Far from me You move with haste The torment shown Across my face
My punishment I deem to serve This Is just What I deserve
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Perdo troppi capelli diamine -_-
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Buffy: Angel
Angel: Buffy
Xander: Xander
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A sincere artist is not one who makes a faithful attempt to put on to canvas what is in front of him, but one who tries to create something which is, in itself, a living thing.
::: William Dobell :::
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Buffy: Angel
Angel: Buffy
Xander: Xander
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No talking to strangers without looking both ways or you could poke out an eye...
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A sincere artist is not one who makes a faithful attempt to put on to canvas what is in front of him, but one who tries to create something which is, in itself, a living thing.
::: William Dobell :::
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Buffy: Angel
Angel: Buffy
Xander: Xander
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A sincere artist is not one who makes a faithful attempt to put on to canvas what is in front of him, but one who tries to create something which is, in itself, a living thing.
::: William Dobell :::
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