Monday, 22 December 2008

• Currently Year Zero By Nine Inch Nails see related

  ~~~Nostalgic Nigtmares~~~

  It starts with peaceful images,
  Sunny hillsides, musical brooks;
  Nature bathed in golden halos,
  What could set the mind more at ease?
  Then suddenly, a twist of fate, a turn for the worst-
  Light turns grey, dingy and dirty,
  as rainclouds swallow the sky.
  Golden halos have mutated into crimson hues,
  Bloody placentas, death bags wrapped around throats;
  Tie them tighter, squeezing off the memory of peace,
  serentity, and bliss - Welcome to the land of the dead.
  Rotting, decaying corpses death march all around,
  Encircling for the kill, cutting off any escape;
  This is what they mean when they say
  dirty pleasures are anyone's greatest sin.
  

  "My Bitter Sweet Dreams Become My Nostalgic Nightmares Everytime."

  Fatally Yours,
  lullaby memory

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