DIVA DESTRUCTION

-ENSLAVED-
Enslaved by your beauty
Enslaved by your touch
Enslaved by this feeling
that tempts me too much

So pick your poison
And choose your passion's price
Forever drowning
in these endless escapes

So let go and fly
As we let go and die

When you love the one you hate
That sadist is your soulmate
When you love the one you hate

Trapped in this torture
Used to these tears
Forever are our games
the drama's all the same

Hiding a double life
You deny your death

So let go and fly
As we let go and die

When you love the one you hate
That sadist is your soulmate
When you love the one you hate

© 1999 by Debra Fogarty all rights reserved

Mood: Apocalyptic
Listening to: Enslaved - Diva Destruction
Reading: The Mummy of Ramses the Damned - Anne Rice
Watching: The Transformers

OOOOooooooo aaaarrrghhh blarch ugh whoa....-puke- growl....piss shit....fuck....assholes....defilement! decrepid mortals! STINK YOURSELVES TO PUTRID EXALTATIONS OF EXISTENCE.


No...they didn't seem quite right...damn. Now I've given up.

Isn't that right kids? We all give up now and then don't we?

"But suicide is something we'd rather not mention here
in out beautiful world of saving face." Vanus Empty - Dead Poetic

I know that songs I listen aren't actual truths, they're just opinions, that the only reason why I'm actually liking the artists's music is because I'm subjecting myself to agreeing with their concepts.

"But I knew she was beautiful, you're the ones with the flaws.
Oh I knew she was beautiful she should have had this all.
You're killing your heroes, you're killing them one by one.
But I knew she was beautiful, something has got to die.

So Vanity's got this new gun that she wants to try on you
and as we sit here waiting for the sound
so Vanity's gor this new gun that she wants to try on you
and no one says a word from there on out."

I don't have a job anymore. I know I should be looking for a job.
I don't know where to start. I don't know what I want to do. I feel desperate, but then I feel distant.

When I do start to like something that makes my daily living all the more restorative, they throw my shame back into my face.

"There's no need to tell anyone, they only hold us down,
so by the morning's light, we'll be halfway to anywhere
where love is more than just your name." Anywhere, Evanescence

I don't even know I "love" my parents no more than I realized that I am dependent on them. Is Family love really, "Love" or is that just a lie to cover what's really there, dependency. Obviously I'm still dependent on my father's money, even though I still have a grand and a half left in my own savings. Shit.

I'm surprised I've typed this much.

Anon,
Tyger.

"From up here the city lights burn, like a thousand miles of fire
and I" here to sing this anthem of our dying day." ANthem of our dying day, StoryoftheYear