What a skeletal wreck of man this is,
Translucent flesh and feeble bones,
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tomes.
Running rampant with free thought to free form, through the free and clear.
When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a Laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now.

We all have a little sin that needs venting,
Virtues for the rending, and laws and systems and stems are ripped From the branches of office, do you know where your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
When in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent, And a winter earned.

For the rest of us, there is always Sunday.
The day of the week the reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath,
So we can wade naked in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book.
To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers.
A vacation is a countdown, T minus your life and
Counting, time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube,
And hope you get a taste.

I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we?

Say, you're me, and I'm you, and they all watch the things we do,
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs,
Haven't felt like this in years.

The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse, let me go,
And plunge me into the dead spot again.
That's where you go when there's no one else around,
It's just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with their thumb on the pulse,
And a finger on the trigger.

Classified my ass!
That's a fucking secret, and you know it!
Government is another way to say better than you.
It's like ice but no pick, a murder charge that won't stick,
It's like a whole other world where you can smell the food,
But you can't touch the silverware.
Huh, what luck. Fascism you can vote for.

Hmm, isn't that sweet?

And we're all gonna die some day, 'cause that's the American way,
And I've drunk too much, and said too little,
When your gaffer taped in the Middle, say a prayer, save face,
Get your self together and see what's happening.

I'm sorry, I could go on and on, but it's time to move on so, remember, you're a wreck, an accident.

Forget the freak, you're just nature.
Keep the gun oiled, and the temple clean. shit, snort,
And blaspheme, let the heads cool, and the engine run.
Because in the end, everything we do, is just everything we've done.

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Dandy in the gutter with a snow white smile. :D

Playlist for Liquida Tenebris.

1. coming undone. Korn

2. give em hell, kid. my chemical romance.

3. soul meets body. death cab for cutie

4. undisclosed desires. muse

5. my curse. killswitch engage'

6. demon speeding. rob zombie

7. freak. silverchair

8. the little things give you away. linkin park

9. papercut. linkin park

10. nobodies listening. linkin park

11. doll digga buzz buzz ziggity zag. marilyn manson

12. are you the rabbit?. marilyn manson

13. i'm not okay, i promise. my chemical romance

14. house of a thousand corpses. rob zombie

15. lost boys. 69 eyes

16. darkness. Disturbed

these are the songs i usually listen too when i write LT. there are more, though. :)

lalalalalalalalalala Kidnap the sandy claws lock him up real tight, throw away the key and then turn out all the lights.

Darkness by Disturbed.

Don't turn away

I pray you've heard
The words I've spoken
Dare to believe
Over one last time
Then I'll let the

Darkness cover me
Deny everything
Slowly walk away
To breathe again
On my own

Carry me away
I need your strength
To get me through this
Dare to believe
Over one last time
Then I'll let the

Darkness cover me
Deny everything
Slowly walk away
To breathe again
On my own

Cave by muse

Leave me alone it's nothing serious
I'll do it myself
It's got nothing to do with you
And there's nothing that you could do

You can see it and you can almost hear it too
You can almost taste it
It's nothing to do with you
And it's still nothing that you can do

So come in my cave
And I'll burn your heart away
Come in my cave
I'll burn your heart away

Please close your ears
And try to look away
So you never hear a single word I say
And don't ever come my way

So come in my cave
And I'll burn your heart away
Come in my cave
And arrest me for my mistakes

The implications of living Horcruxes are difficult to suss-out. For, while the connection is creepy and even disturbing, it is also oddly romantic. These Horcruxes seem to give the old term "soul mates" a wide new meaning. And Voldemort is awfully fond of his snake... In any case, it's very interesting that - whether Voldemort willed it or not - Harry Potter became the first person he ever really opened up to.