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SessionsHeaven on Earth had fled on words of deceitSessions
I collapsed to the floor, awaiting what was to come
But in the dark, a light appeared A hand extended, and she beckoned me to follow As I crawled toward the horizon of my session, A flurry of butterflies rushed past me on the forever winds
I found my feet, and tried to run
But one must walk before that can happen Her hand reached toward me again But another hand, one familiar looking, pulled it into the shadows Alas, no time to fall down again A further travel may cure the ailment As I limped toward the horizon of my s
by ~Midnight-Symphony
The Spook ManThe Spook Man is coming to town On the edge of the winds, you can hear the dark sounds. Of the shrieks and screams from his circus of fright Filled with ghouls and demons that slash and bite And you don’t even realize until it’s too late That awaiting his audience is a shadowy fate The Spook Man is coming to townThe Spook Man
The Spook Man is coming to town You hear nervous whispers flowing around As you see why he’s here, you’re chilled to the bone He’s coming for your children, to make them his own To enslave them in his evil circus of the dead In the hours late, these dark t
by ~Midnight-Symphony
Enter the Traveler There are endless worlds in which one can walk, and the Mysterious Traveler had walked more than most had. The sun was to his back, and countless lifetimes of destiny at his feet, stretching beyond the horizon, to each corner of this world and the next, on and on, echoing throughout the halls of eternity. In such a multi-realm, most considered it wise to use a transport, or at least a motor-sykle or steed. The Mysterious Traveler considered this, and decided not to. Traveling by foot builds something within a person that transport andEnter the Traveler
by ~Midnight-Symphony
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Sweet Lovers DreamDance with you, Sweet lovers dream, You lead me among the stars. I look into your eyes, as you come close and whisper. Your voice is my comfort, it draws me closer to you. It floats and surrounds me. Along with your body it it guides me, across the floor yet among the stars. The music is gone but we dance still, our hearts as one make our song. Your hand carresses mine and your cheek touches mine, we breathe, embrace. Hands go round the face. As I wake I yearn to be with you. I lay in bed, dreaming still. I can see you still, waiting foSweet Lovers Dream
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- Current Residence: Guthrie, Oklahoma
- Interests: Something Interesting
- Favourite movie: One where the black dude survives
- Favourite band or musician: MSI, NIN, SOAD (Gotta love acronyms)
- Favourite genre of music: Whatever makes me feel good at the time
- Favourite artist: Too Many to name...
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe and Stephen King
- Favourite photographer: That's where people use photos, right?
- Favourite style of art: Dunno
- Operating System: Win Professional
- Wallpaper of choice: Something Neat Looking
- Skin of choice: Who am I, Buffalo Bill?
- Favourite game: One of those where you push buttons
- Favourite gaming platform: One that's kool. Pick one for me
- Favourite cartoon character: If I were a cartoon, It'd be me
- Personal Quote: If you were a vampyre, you'd be a retarded vampyre
- Tools of the Trade: Probably a pen to write all my crap
- Email: midnightsenigma@aol.com
- AIM: midnights enigma
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"Offenced by beauty, shocked by the truth, broken by lies, ashamed of confidence..ignorence all at once, fear...maybe"
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"Offenced by beauty, shocked by the truth, broken by lies, ashamed of confidence..ignorence all at once, fear...maybe"
You should really take a look at my page I added something * mumbles something along the lines of it has your name in the title. I hope you like it.That's all I will say about it .Love you~ your midnight angel
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Ryan
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I just happen to be checking your stuff out and got your 200th view-congrats...pretty good work too....
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