Thursday, November 6, 2008 @ 4:04 PM
The screams of perfection.
I had a dream last night... It's wasn't a nightmare neither was it a sweet dream... I dreamed that I've attained perfection with a price... I died. I was murdered, killed in the most ruthless way... But the murderer did not stop there... He/She dismembered my body and ripped every vain out... I was perfect but ironically but death wasn't... My blood dripped onto the cold concreted floor flowing out into the soil and stained the flowers and plants... But the murderer... He/She seemed delighted at my death... The person showed no remorse about what he/she has done... The murderer left with nothing but a smirk on his/her face and the blood stained hands. Perhaps my death in that dream would never be found out, perhaps the people I care about would never know about my disappearances... Just perhaps... I screamed at perfection, and it seemed to know... It screamed back at me... I was mocking me... Mocking at my imperfections... "How can you ever be perfect if you can't even repair broken friendships? How can you ever be perfect if you keep giving people false impressions? How can you ever be perfect?" It mocked me. Stop your mockery, stop your innocence, I know you're not. I've collapsed, I've given up. You win, I can no longer take your mockeries... I am imperfect. Stop mocking me, stop trying to be innocent, stop it just stop it. Why do you Drag me into your problems with him? What did I ever do to you? Why are you mocking me? You hate me, you've hurt me, you've done so much... But I don't wanna pick a fight... So stop mocking me, stop your flaming, stop hurting me... For my wounds are deep enough... Every time I see you... You make my blood boil, I hate you for hurting me, I hate you for mocking me... I just hate you for hating me.
6. November. 2008
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Ezann
Hellos! The name's Ezann and I was brought into this world on the 25th of March 1994. I'm taken by Hian Lee. :D I can't change a lot of things and I know one of them is the fact that I love Him. My passion is Archery & currently holding a 36 pound bow. I love sweet stuffs as well as anything with fluffy furs. I'll be a loyal friend if you don't betray me. ;) I own a baby blue Donkey named PiR^2, he's the persona of my happiness. He brings out the happiness in me. Cause somehow I can't seem to bring it out through me... So He's here to bring it out for me. Sadness overwhelms most of me... My happiness lives though Donkey.
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Thomas Sabo Eternity Charm
New Coach Wallet
Lots of Hugs
2010 F1 Tickets
Bring Interact one step forward this year
Samoyed Doggie
Get more sleep!
Do well for IGCSEs
New friends
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Thursday, November 6, 2008 @ 4:04 PM
I had a dream last night... It's wasn't a nightmare neither was it a sweet dream... I dreamed that I've attained perfection with a price... I died. I was murdered, killed in the most ruthless way... But the murderer did not stop there... He/She dismembered my body and ripped every vain out... I was perfect but ironically but death wasn't... My blood dripped onto the cold concreted floor flowing out into the soil and stained the flowers and plants... But the murderer... He/She seemed delighted at my death... The person showed no remorse about what he/she has done... The murderer left with nothing but a smirk on his/her face and the blood stained hands. Perhaps my death in that dream would never be found out, perhaps the people I care about would never know about my disappearances... Just perhaps... I screamed at perfection, and it seemed to know... It screamed back at me... I was mocking me... Mocking at my imperfections... "How can you ever be perfect if you can't even repair broken friendships? How can you ever be perfect if you keep giving people false impressions? How can you ever be perfect?" It mocked me. Stop your mockery, stop your innocence, I know you're not. I've collapsed, I've given up. You win, I can no longer take your mockeries... I am imperfect. Stop mocking me, stop trying to be innocent, stop it just stop it. Why do you Drag me into your problems with him? What did I ever do to you? Why are you mocking me? You hate me, you've hurt me, you've done so much... But I don't wanna pick a fight... So stop mocking me, stop your flaming, stop hurting me... For my wounds are deep enough... Every time I see you... You make my blood boil, I hate you for hurting me, I hate you for mocking me... I just hate you for hating me.
6. November. 2008
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