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Poison - 2Poison - 2Loosely inspired by [BEFERA] and Strike Hour.I dont know why you hypnotize meI dont know why I cant escape youWhy do you fascinate meWhy cant I break your stareYouve become my oxygenMy burning, vital breath of airYour rage is my storm and my phobiaYour sadness my agony and my despairYour loneliness my starvation and my painYour happiness my triumph, my victory.Your reputation is a shameful, cowardly lieThat conceals what you really are inside.Just take me nowJust take me away from this lie thats my lifeThis perfect template of what Im supposed to beShatter its cruel iron for meShatter the mold like you shattered the stoneAround my naïve narrow mind.I cant escape you.I cant escape your loving choke holdYoure in my blood like bittersweet venomThat puts me to sleep so I no longer know fear.I know you can destroy me.I know Im tangoing with death.But you are my sweet poison.You are th
Shatter - Final DraftS h a t t e r There is a certain innocence to childhood, an innocence that, once it begins to fade into the chaotic tangle of responsibilities and realities of adulthood, we hardly notice until it is gone. We miss it when weve had some real-world experience to contrast with the utopia of childhood. As we fight to find our way, caught in that precarious balance between child and adult, we long for those days when a cookie could put a smile on our faces, when our greatest worries were something along the lines of whether we would be able to find the red crayon in the art box. It would have been a lot easier for me and for most of the nation to grow up that slow, involuntary way in which we tend to forget that we were children once, until its too late. The knowledge of things like the economy, politics, and countless other real-world issues flood our minds, pushing that sterile, sugar-coated world of chi