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It’s amazing the amount of power someone can have over you

Simply by knowing your name.

They know your name,

They say your name,

They make your name their own.

They smirk your name,

They cry your name,

They whisper it, alone.

Be careful the next time someone asks you for your name,

For once you give it out, it is never yours again.

I'm standing on an island
An island of blue
Surrounded by chaos
But caught up in you

Storm clouds shaded my desire
Yet, this rocky terrain fuels the fire
I've been lost for so long
Never looking for The Way

And now you've found Me
I wasn't looking for you
But something told me
It whispered your name

Come on and take My hand
Baby, we can't stay forever
But for a little while we can pretend
Nothing lasts forever
'Cept on this island of blue

Dark shades find us
We turn the light and blind them
Voices carry but don't you worry
The sands of time will guide us

Here and now
I fight but fall
Win or lose
I only know
Nothing lasts forever
'Cept on this island of blue

I look on past the distance
you pull me close and whisper
"I want you so bad it hurts"
And the earth below deserts us

Ill fated illusion cast it's net
But, let's forsake this ruin
And find what we've always been wantin'
Because, nothing lasts forever
'Cept on this island
This island of you

When we hear our names,

We light up

When the world is dim,

We try to escape

Maybe I don't want to escape

Because Sarah is Misery

I'm not me when I'm not faking my smile

A name is a place in space, a point in time, a designation,
It carries so much for us, and yet it is far from who we are,
So strange that a label signifies such weight in the world,
But it would get really confusing if everyone's name were "Star".

3:36 PM 4/17/2013 ©

This is not rehearsal,
the blood you see is real.
There will be no reversal,
these scars will never heal.
No masquerade is allowed here,
be sure your weapon's sharp.
Your nemesis can smell your fear,
like honey, in the dark.
Interacting with pure blood,
smeared with hallowed stain.
Gore he can't get enough of,
wet dreams of your pain.
Dancing with the spectral Death,
Jezabelian scheme;
You won't feel His claws or breath,
before He hears you scream.
He has been around for aeons
He designed the game.
His specialty is crucifixion,
do you know His Name?
Competition's stiff; mindless zone,
where the trophy case stays filled,
better leave the Origins of chaos alone,
let it balance karma at will.
" Oh", you say, you "thought" you knew,
familiar tactics, sure.
Well, I feel sorry then for you...
let's ask Lucifer...."