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About ☠Der Kanal von Sonya☠

☠...You do not wish to know me I will just let you down as I did everyone in my life.

☠...What is the point of life? What is the meaning if we all die in the end? Does it make sense to learn or do we forget everything?

☠...A bitter thought, I had it all. But I just let it go. Hold your silence. It is so violent since your gone.....All my thoughts are with you forever. Until the day we will be back together. I will be waiting for you...my love I miss you

☠...That night was the night my angel cried her silent last tears and set the heavens ablaze. That night of screaming, the sky was bleeding and no one but myself was to blame. I am the one who has to pay. There will be no peace at last for me...

☠...Sterben Sie auf mir nicht, Sie sind zu jung...
Lebendes Leben, atmen Sie, atmen...
Wie sie Ihre Seele wegnahmen...
Meine Tage wandten sich Nacht zu und sind nie dasselbe seitdem gewesen...

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SonyaHarkenstien

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Dec 7, 2007

Date Joined

Dec 7, 2007

About this user

☠...Lost in memories, I try to fade away but I fail. The darkness over rules the sky. I keep on screaming, "Tell me why!" When will the light take over these dark days. And will I ever wake, and know it is all a lie? My eyes are closing slowly. The pain increases everyday. I wanted to fight but walked away, and now there is nothing left to say. I used to live, I used to give. I always enjoyed life the way it was meant, but clouds they came and played their game. Casting a spell so I would fade away. But will I stand up to fight and protect my life. Be what I wanted to be... an Angel in the dark is all that is left of me.

☠...My smile vanishes. All sweet promises crumble into dust. I do not want to see this greed, but my weak protest dries up in the lies.

☠...Holding on is harder than it seems, when you are reaching for so much more...seems so much easier to give in.

☠...Living at different places. Evading into various spaces. My compass has broken. I am losing the way. An ongoing madness has led me astray. My past breathes down my neck, and it seems now that all I can do is go back to beginnings when all lay ahead. A fading illusion now plagues me instead. In me there is still a place that fulfills me. A sanctity here that I call home, I run to when winter descends. If I try, can I find solid ground.
I follow elusive paths. It seems they have been written in stone, and the door to a new life is closing so fast. Burning the bridges will not bring me back. I know that in me there is still a place that fulfills me. A sanctity here that I call home, I run to when winter descends. If I try, can I find solid ground, or am I just wasting time? (the words of Simone Simons of Epica...very meaningful words to me personally.)

☠...Loathsome I have become. A creature so undone. Wretched and broken. Cannot find my faith. Any God will do. Nothing said is new.
Nothing said is true. Fly away my hope. The embrace of shade holds me dear. Eats me away.
Loose the dogs of disgrace upon me. I have no faith. Raise the poor outcast I have become.
I am undone. Calm is the air. Still is the sea. The valley of death keeps calling me.
Rest my eyes from the world. This dying place, it is so absurd. My angel, whom I love. Lost to me. My snow white dove. Make this day like the night. Song of darkness. Words of light. Pulling down my heart. I will not forget my lovers heart. With utter loathing and scorn, I was somehow born. Strewn in black decay. None shall I obey. The wreckage of my flesh. The nakedness of my death.....

☠...Every where there are lies spread upon the street, on TV, and even in the false warm faces that you meet. They use their lies to hide and blind you from the bitter truth. They have no real lives. Wrongly accusing others of false crimes they slowly killing themselves and victims with their own sweet lies. Wrapped up in the very thoughts of lust, drugs, gossip, and causing fights they prepare their hussies quickly jumping hanging for their crimes. Crimes committed willingly are the same as suicide. One nonexistent night a picture is painted by a morbid mind. This story takes place inside a house in the dead of night. Three teenage boys and girls under aged with the help of their group leaders decided to get high. They climb the staircase which seems to empty into a dark sky lit by candles on each side. Reaching the top the two leaders go first under the fatal delusion they can fly. The rest follow sadly, only one services, while an unknown seventh died. The server was forever scared and changed. Parents never spoke of what happened, for fear of going insane.

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