

Counting on LoveTwo eyes. One view. Two ears. One sound. Two arms. To hold one love. Two legsCounting on Love
One destination. Two lungs One breath. Two lips One kiss. Two hearts One soul. -poetry of Brian Witter


Chains of my HeartThe chain links hold me in Away from you. I want to scream your name But I have no voice. The chains surrounding my throat are getting tighter And the lashes on my back Manifest the pain in my soul. I want to see you Even though I know I can never hold you. To hold you closeChains of my Heart
Is my greatest dream. But I know I can never truly have you. -poetry of Brian Witter
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I came... I saw... I ate your whole pantry...
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Be welcome to visit my gallery: =Eileithyia and my band's site ThanatoSchizO!
.:. One day, life will bring you back into the light... .:.
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"I'm living for my dying day" -rise against
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"Your mind is the only weapon you don't need to holster"-Paul Bart, Mall Cop
~HorrorWriters
Would you mind looking over some of my poetry. I've read your stuff and I think you'd be able to really help me out.
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"I'm living for my dying day" -rise against
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"Your mind is the only weapon you don't need to holster"-Paul Bart, Mall Cop
~HorrorWriters
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"I'm living for my dying day" -rise against
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"Your mind is the only weapon you don't need to holster"-Paul Bart, Mall Cop
~HorrorWriters
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