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BURIAL BRAD
Age: 16
Location: six-zero-seven, New York
Joined On: Feb 16, 2007
Occupation: Shinobi
Website: myspace.com/deathcoremoore
I'VE BEEN ACCEPTING EVERYONE UP UNTIL TODAY(APRIL 7TH, 2008), BUT IM SICK OF THE FAKES(PEOPLE YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. THE ONES WHO PUT PICTURES OF PEOPLE OTHER THAN YOURSELF ON YOUR PUREVOLUME AND ACT LIKE ITS YOU) AND I WONT ADD YOU IF "YU TAULK LYK THYS" SO IF YOU ARE FAKE OR DONT HAVE A PICTURE, DONT EVEN ADD ME. I CAN TELL FAKES FROM REAL SO JUST DONT TRY.you do not need to send me a message/comment telling me thank you for the request. if you do, i simply wont respond to it. also, if you want to comment, send one more original than whats up. thats lame.
You;ll find me easiest on here. myspace.com/deathcoremoore
As I Lay Dying, An Ocean Between Us
As i lay dying has went to a new level with this Cd and i suggest that everyone buys it. i bought it last night and i cant stop listening to it
The SusTained IntERvaL
All this pain all this anguish,
I yearn for rewards to come.
Should i expect them,
Or will there be nothing to recieve.
I sit here just lying,
Thinking about wut is true.
Has this confusion been worth it,
Or is it like a fairy tale?
As i wait for an answer,
I stare into space in suspence.
Just looking for the solution,
Like a shooting star to come.
The star comes clearly to others,
But to others its a foggy haze.
This affliction has come to pass,
But i still wait for the Analysis.
The Octopus Submarine
I feel so safe,
Yet at the same time,
Oh so vulnerable.
This protection cant hold,
It's only temporary.
I cant remember,
The last time ive seen daylite.
Or has it just been so long,
That i just cant remember it.
I try to comprehend,
All of this wonder in the world.
It intruiges me for days,
Amazes me by the nights.
Will i ever be allowed to leave,
Or is it infinite suspension from my peers?
It makes me wonder,
Oh does it ever.
Heart shaped ice sculpture
As the new day starts,
I forget how you betrayed me.
How you abused my heart,
And played with my mind.
I play with theses thoughts,
I think if i should forgive you.
I dont want to,
But i always end up crawling back.
I ponder these illusions,
Though they haunt me at night.
The physical side of me hurts,
But the internal pain is torture.
I want to leave this place,
But an invisible force pulls me back.
Deep under this sorrow,
I shall soon find lovely bliss.
East at ninety seven miles an hour
Staring into blank air,
Was it all my fault.
Im wide awake,
But in a drowsy sleep.
The flashing lights,
The white pale skin.
Blood dripping hair,
Pupils turned white.
The authority are confused,
The air is filled with static.
My heart beats 1000 times a second,
Yet i feel like running.
The dead carcass,
In the middle of the rode.
I sit in disgust,
Staring at a life come and past.
