Homicide-On-Parade

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Laying Down by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Laying Down

Lay back quietly With your eyes resting And with everything behind your skull settled Your muscles calm Your heart slowing Oh lovely, put the pain behind you Scrape it off your spine It's time to let go Watch the room still And feel everything fit together For once I'm shallowly breathing Serene Pristine And at peace These are my only cherished moments I'm so tired And my eyes are so heavy The pressure is gone I can finally live The situation would be perfect If it weren't the end of things

Secret. by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Secret.

When he said the shaky words; it didn't quite hit me…the words didn't make sense. I lay there, silent and sweaty, thinking about what he said. I run my hands to my ruined stomach, used to having food rush in and out forcefully; used to being starved. Used to being jabbed and grabbed at by angry, disgusted hands. Nothing had prepared it for the torture it would endure. I hadn't meant for this, really. I was being a stupid kid. Can't I be let off? Please, let me wake up soon, this is getting to real. I want to cry but I can't. There are no emotions to be felt, because this isn't real. This really can't be happening? Can it? One small

Purge. by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Purge.

You wake up and you crave food. You need it; your body needs it too. You stand up and walk into the kitchen, this craving is just for food, not anything in particular, just food. You eat bowl after bowl of cereal, listening for people waking up. You don't taste the food, just feel it slide down your throat. You don't feel anything but that. You sit for awhile after eating 5 bowls and think about going to the bathroom, but you aren't done yet. You eat another and mid chew of your third bite, your roommate walks in. "Eating again?" he says jokingly, you haven't eaten anything for days and this happens often, but you think to yourself He knows.

Calm. by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Calm.

We arrive in front of a broken down house, the grass in the lawn a deep green and grown up to my knees. I stare up at the house that seems to be covered in a layer of dust. There's an orange glow behind lacy white curtains that are turning a shade of gray. Charcoal shadows move in the fiery luminosity. My mother pushes her sunglasses from her eyes and onto the top of her head, her bronze hair framing them perfectly. She sighs and starts to walk across their lawn, pushing through the tall grass. I start to follow her, feeling the grass and weeds itch my bare legs. My mother takes the last drag of her cigarette and throws it aside; I rush over

Rip by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Rip

Swallow your sin And take it deep within Keep it close And wait for the next dose Let it stop your heart And make you wish it'd never start Pulls you down Down past the ground Smile so wide It rapes your pride You can't think straight And you know you're stuck in this state Everything burns Is this what you've earned? This gaping hole Wishes it weren't full Unremorseful acts Until the world cracks And everything slows And loses it's glow Then your senses restore And you wonder how you could ever want more

My Purity You Stole. by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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My Purity You Stole.

I pull a shirt that smells of him and I remember his filthy acts and the way I just wanted him to end. I remember how I trusted him and everything he did to make me vomit out all that trust. I still can see his handprints, bright pink scars that won't fade. I can still hear that consistent puff of breath in my ear. I can still feel what he made me touch. I still remember his smile and eyes. Watching me, staring at me so deep I felt naked on a new level. My heart is still beating hard against muscle and bone, breaking through. That fear still wraps around my spine, pulling me down to the ground. Indifference was once here but has now

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Jamie. by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Jamie.

Seductive Little Bitch. Blowing fake bloody kisses to the passers by. Never thought I could love someone as plastic as you. Plastic like a doll, a doll everyone wants. You can clearly see that no one is worthy of a creature as breath taking as you. We are your marionettes, your broken dolls, bending at your command. You are the queen of hearts. We bow before you, pleading to ourselves that you'll notice us. Nothings ever good enough. Not for you. Love means nothing to you. You take pleasure in our pain. I love they way you hurt me. The way you don't care. Happy too be your marionette. Bending on command. Wishing I could touch

Forgotten Together... by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Forgotten Together...

Forgotten Together. We'll slit our wrists on colored cathedral glass; I always knew it would be god that killed me. We'll drift away to the end of time. Forgotten together. We'll stuff our throats with bullets and fill our wrists with razors. Our sweet suicide. We thought we were never loved. We were drones in this world. We'll drift away to the back of everyone's mind. Forgotten together. Our pulses slow. Our hearts stop. The blood stills in the veins. As we drift away to another place. We'll wrap rope around our necks and swallow the pills of silence. Our breath stops, clinging to the air. Our eyes glaze over. In the back o

Paper Monsters. by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Paper Monsters.

Paper Monsters Scared like a child left alone. Glancing at each side. Searching for that monster out to get me. No one to save me from the things in the dark. Claws scrape my face. Bony hands wrap around my ankles and pull me under the bed. Decayed faces and button eyes. Bloody claws and rusty knives. Stuck in my own mind. Stuck under the bed. The rattle of keys and the scrape feet. Icy frail fingers dance on my warm cheek. Too hard to make it stop. Unable to wake up from this darkened wonderland. Too scared to scream. Too weak to shake them off. Someone shake me. Get me out. Scared like a child left a

Blank. by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Blank.

Blank Another glance of your face and my mind goes blank, I never knew what nothing was until you. All those empty songs. And meaningless poems. Slurs of words and tones. Mean nothing without you. I never knew what loneliness was without you. To sit in a full room and feel hollow. The gaping pain you left with me is all I have left of you. It sits in silence in my empty body. Bones and skin. Amazing I can live without a heart. I never knew what pain was until you. The slash of skin and the break of bones. The cold of winter. I fell and lost my way in this wretched labyrinth you set out for me. I never knew how the truth hurts

The Familiar Ache. by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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The Familiar Ache.

The Familiar Ache The scratch of your stomach. The knot in your throat. The secret you can't bare to tell. The monster under your bed. All the pain you can't escape. The tears the makes your eyeliner run. Your biggest fear. Your nightmare. The Familiar ache. The beautiful below. The blood on your hands. The blade of your knife. The bed of nails you are forced to lie upon. Wired jaws and sewed lips. Burnt roses and colored glass. The hole in your head. The pain that never fades. The Familiar ache. The emotions that don't matter. The mocking laughs. Paper cuts and razor blades. Bullets and chains. The shackles on your fe

Silent Gods. by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Silent Gods.

Silent Gods. You'll reach up to the light, to touch a face of a silent god. A silent god you will never feel. The winter took all it had come for, now summer takes apart the world and dances in place. There is no such thing as peace, no such thing as truth. Not to you and I. Silent gods. We'll tear the world apart at the seams. Pulling at the threads, the crimson threads of the earth. Our inner demons will show, the inner poison we both share. We'll cut the world till it seeps the red of our sins. The inside fabrics of the world will tear. Bleeding out the sins and souls of silent gods. Leaving it an emotionless vessel. Nothing

Silent Insanites. by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Silent Insanites.

My mind's biggest crush. (1) I stared at my typing hands, white knuckles, bony fingers; skin looks transparent, veins spidering down to my wrists. Lyrics slowly drifting to my ears, to my mind. I shiver, I looked earlier and it was about 58 degrees in my room. I look back at my bed, wanting to crawl back under the covers and hide from all of this. My mother is laughing, that cackle. I'll always remember it. His laugh starts shortly after, I sigh. She had sex with him again. Every time I think she's not that horrible she does something like this, reminds me that she submits herself to highly promiscuous

Quiet. by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Quiet.

I look back on my life and see that it wasn't as bad as I put out. My father didn't hit me as much as he did my brother and sister, but why do they seem so happy? Why do they have friends? Have lives? Why do I have to be the freak? My sister once told me that my mother was awful to her to, would sling insults at her and all she would say back was "I'm sorry". That when they were alone my mother would say things like "You're a cunt" and my sister would reply "I'm sorry". She told me she admired me for telling my mother that she were no better than I. That she was a whore and a liar. That I knew I was a failure, a disgrace, a freak. That

Love for thin. by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Love for thin.

I remember when my love for being thin first came about, or maybe it hasn't even begun to hit me yet. I was 8 years old and it was Spring Break. My best friend at the time was another 8 year old girl named Holly. She was cute, a little girl cute, but since I've always tired to seem mature I looked more adult cute. We decided that spring that we were both slightly in need of losing weight. She didn't seem to take it as seriously as I did. I decided to stop eating, even for awhile, just to lose weight. I remember when I didn't eat more than 6 meals in 2 weeks I was so proud, I looked, in my mind, thin. I remember marching my way to her house i

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pulling my hair out... by onthemetro, literature

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pulling my hair out...

he sent me his latest masterpiece in the mail... i felt inadequate with the words wanted to fall back into the follies of days ago but - i don't write like i used to... and then came the rage... who gave you the right to keep moving? who gave you the will to maintain the brilliance you so glady devoured from me? been blocked for months, and still - the words come (easy) for you... i don't miss you... i miss who i was with you... where did that girl go? she's hiding underneath yer kitchen table - waiting for her cue...

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Collapsing. by Homicide-On-Parade, literature

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Collapsing.

To those of which I adore, Remind me to lay down and die, Die with memories of all the days we could have wasted away. Of all we could have been, All we never did. The things we should have done. Remind me of the regret we tasted with our bitter, forked tongues. Remember the sights we could have witnessed. Think about the wasted songs of the shores of ever after. Wonder of how much we could have shone in the pale light of the single light in an ebony sky. I'd die a thousand times again to let our voices be heard. I never thought to call your name… I'm cutting through reality. Remember smoky sky's and think of the light we never s

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Artist // Literature

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Deviant for 20 years
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Current Residence: Arizona
Favourite genre of music: Industrial and synth-pop.
Personal Quote: "The funny thing about life is you never make it out alive."

Favourite Movies

American Beauty and Clockwork Orange.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Nine Inch Nails and Placebo

Favourite Writers

Elizabeth Wurtzel and Agusten Borroughs.

Favourite Games

American Mcgee's Alice and Final Fantasy 7.

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Homicide-On-Parade

Apr 7, 2005

Goddamn you.

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I hate how you can be so fucking indifferent. How you can say you love me but not fucking care. I hate that I can't be angry with you, it's not fucking fair because I want to burst. I hate how you can just sit and be so fucking passive. How you can not say a word. I hate how you don't give a shit because I really thought you did and it's really not fair.

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Homicide-On-Parade

Dec 18, 2004

Gone.

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I'm not going to be writing on here anymore, I'll still post new deviations but I won't be posting on the journal alot anymore now that melo is back up. So...(like anyone reads this crap)...if you wanna know what I'm up to, here's the link to my melo. My melo has alot more on there than I could put on here, so go to one of my favorite places and check up on me. www.melodramatic.com/users/wiredpuppet And I'm gone. Love you all.

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Homicide-On-Parade

Dec 13, 2004

I don't let anyone touch me.

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I will have control of something. Everything is so hard to handle, so big and impossible. I can't break it over my knee and deal with the smaller, easier pieces. Everything is so out of my control and going so fast I can't even see it anymore. I want to feel it all, remember everything and it's getting excessively harder. I want to cherish everything and make it mine but time won't permit me to do so. It's ripping away the seconds faster than it ever has, greedily taking it all away from me. I have control of myself. I can control what I do, or don't do. I have been neglecting that fact but no longer will this happen. I am putting myself i