Paint-it-black777

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Wrathful Man by Paint-it-black777, literature

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Wrathful Man

Icy exterior, cold gaze. If things could have been different... If only if only... Untouchable, beautiful nonetheless. If I could have changed you... If only if only... Wrathful man, full of pain. If I could stop you from falling... If only if only... Sad man, tears in your gaze. If I could love you... If only if only. Chiseled of pain, cracks running through. If I could put you back together. If only if only... Wrathful man, full of pain, I'm sorry. I couldn't catch you from the fall.

Game Over. by Paint-it-black777, literature

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Game Over.

I am a shadow of your doubt. I want you to hurt yourself. I want to inject you with my poison. I want you to be enraged. DESTROY. I want you to cry. I want you to hurt others. I want to inject you with my poison. I want you to be controlled. MANIPULATE. I want you to be selfish. I want you to be unkind. I want to inject you with my poison. I want you to be destroyed. DESTRUCTION. I want you to die. I want you to burn. I want to inject you with my poison. I want you gone. GAME OVER.

Manipulate Me by Paint-it-black777, literature

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Manipulate Me

If I could freeze this moment in time, I would. I could live forever if I wanted to, I would... If I could take you back, I would. If I could cast you away, I should.... If I could fix you, I would. If I could break you, I should... Your manipulative games have become hard to handle. And my anger, I've learned to channel... You love to fuck with me don't you? I know you do. My madness is endless, roaring like the waves. I am broken. I am wrathful. And I am oh so sinful. But I love the games you play, you know I do, and that's because I love you...

The Art Of Drowning by Paint-it-black777, literature

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The Art Of Drowning

I started walking. I didn't really know where I was going, or how long I was going to be. I needed to get away, I can't live like this another day. Grapefruit hues and plum dance across the water, the water is beautiful. I look in, my face distorted by the ripples. I stopped walking, and I turned my direction, I headed straight into the water. The iciness felt like pin being pushed everywhere in my body, my lungs filled with that icy water. I didn't come back up.

Domestic Abuse by Paint-it-black777, literature

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Domestic Abuse

If I could live in this moment. I would freeze everything right now. Things are they was they should be, and I don't wanna turn around... I don't want to face reality, I just want to live in my own world. I don't want to go home, where no one is there. I don't want to hear the screams, and the begging. I don't want the beatings, I just want to live in this moment. I don't want to go home, please...?

Time by Paint-it-black777, literature

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Time

There isn't blood in these veins, I'm quite hollow. There are no thoughts in this head. I'm brain dead. I'm just here to be here, I have no purpose. I'm just wandering alone, I don't know where I'm going. I'm in a box, I can't find the light. This box is small, I'm still lost. Endless. This box is time, dark, meaningless, nonexistent. I can live forever if I wanted to...

I love you by Paint-it-black777, literature

Russian Roulette by Paint-it-black777, literature

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Russian Roulette

Put the gun in your mouth, the cold metallic taste causing shivers. Every pull of the trigger, the click of the metal against your teeth. Tastes like copper, is that my blood or the metal? Am I going to feel it rip through me? Will I feel the pain. There really is only one way to find out. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, Only a little longer... 4, 3, 2, 1... BOOM. Time stopped and I watched my blood drip on the floor, it's so red. My head hung at an angle, and I collapsed to the floor, Death had kissed me with eternal sleep...

Disappear by Paint-it-black777, literature

My Love Died Long Ago by Paint-it-black777, literature

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My Love Died Long Ago

The mist settles at my feet, the wind rustles through the leaves. I'm in utter darkness, I cannot see. Walking through the black, I see your shape. Your skin a ghostly white, your lips turning gray, there wasn't much time before death takes you away. I ran my fingers down your arm, the rigor mortise taking over. My heart was numb, never had heartbreak killed me this way, I'm completely in love with you. This will never change. I kiss your cold lips to say goodbye, and I walked away for the last time.

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Wrathful Man by Paint-it-black777, literature

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Game Over. by Paint-it-black777, literature

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Game Over.

Manipulate Me by Paint-it-black777, literature

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Manipulate Me

The Art Of Drowning by Paint-it-black777, literature

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The Art Of Drowning

Domestic Abuse by Paint-it-black777, literature

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Domestic Abuse

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Time

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My Love Died Long Ago

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May 21
United States
Deviant for 15 years
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I am not the company I would keep...

Current Residence: In my thoughts.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: I like it large, as long as it doesn't ruin the integrity.
Print preference: I love color.
Favourite genre of music: Punk.
Favourite photographer: Andy Warhol
Favourite style of art: Abstract.
Operating System: PC.
MP3 player of choice: Ipod of course.
Shell of choice: Conch.
Wallpaper of choice: Eh.
Skin of choice: That sounds a wee bit racist.
Favourite cartoon character: Gir.
Personal Quote: "Enjoy the little things..."

Favourite Visual Artist

Andy Warhol.

Favourite Movies

Zombieland.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Modest Mouse.

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allen Poe.

Favourite Games

Guitar Hero.

Favourite Gaming Platform

Wii.

Tools of the Trade

Pencil and oil pastels. Sometime prismacolor or charcoal.

Other Interests

Manipulation, sketching, and poetry.

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Paint-it-black777

Aug 29, 2010

Favorite Sweeney Todd Song Lyrics

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There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, And it's filled with people who are filled with shit, And the vermin of the world inhabit it. But not for long... They all deserve to die... Sweeney Todd (Johnny Depp) I love you.

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Paint-it-black777

Aug 28, 2010

Rant... But not really...

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So, I found my favorite movie Edward Scissorhands on my computer and I was quite excited. To my dismay, it is taking FOREVER to buffer. And of course, every time I think it has loaded long enough, it catches up and freezes. I NEED MY JOHNNY DEPP FIX. So yes, anyways you know what's funny? When people complain about grammar, but then they use the wrong form of "to", "your", or "there"... It kills me, honestly kills me. Check before you post. I'm gonna do a meme, I have never done one, so I am stealing it from Skye. Hi Skye! :D 1. Do you know how to use bobby pins? Um, of course I do. 2. Do you hate a friend's boyfriend/girlfrie

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Paint-it-black777

Aug 24, 2010

Classification At Its Finest.

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I find it humorous when people comment my things and call me "emo" Are you that fucking ignorant? I do not slit my wrists. I do not write things about heartbreak, because if my heart was broken then I'd be dead. And I want to know what's so wrong with being sensitive to things? OH NO. I care about something. I'm not like the rest of you peons who don't know your asses from your elbows. JUDGE MY WORK ACCORDINGLY, DO NOT CLASSIFY ME. I can easily do the same, "ignorant fucking pig..." Classify me again. I'm not emo. I am me. So take 1000 needles and shove it up your urethra. I bid you adieu.