DEXTER MVRGAN
BORN IN BLOOD, TORN FROM BIRTH, I LOST MY FEELINGS WITHOUT EVEN GETTIN' 'EM. I'VE NO COMPASSION, THEREFORE, AT TIMES I'M CRUEL, WISH I COULD FEEL ANYTHIN'. NOW I'M AN ADULT, BUT STILL HAVE A TENDENCY TO CRUELTY, I KILL CRIMINALS WITH PASSION 'FORE WRAPPIN' THE WHOLE ROOM IN POLYETHYLENE. I WORK FOR THE POLICE SO I'M ALWAYS SAFE, YEAH. My heart ain't beating, I tryna fit in even though I do not feel anything, Every night I take a knife, Stun the killer, then I kill him in a specially prepared room, He took many lives, The lives of innocent people, so my method of killing him is cruel, The police will never hit my trail, So I kill with a free soul, I've thought 'bout every move, I'll kill all the guilty and no one will know my terrible truth. Mutilate the body alive WITH A CHAINSAW FOR TOUCHING MY FAMILY, People that I care about would say that THIS IS ALL FUCKING INSANITY, But I cannot contain it, MY PITCH BLACK ENTITY, So I live with it and TRYNA KEEP MY SANITY...
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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