<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958</id><updated>2026-11-08T15:14:30.335-05:00</updated><category term="poetry"/><category term="sean williams rants"/><category term="anti-conformity"/><category term="love"/><category term="sorrow"/><category term="judgment"/><category term="melting in the rain"/><category term="murder"/><category term="sick and tired"/><category term="snow"/><category term="unavowed"/><title type='text'>Malice in Wonderland</title><subtitle type='html'>My diagrams of self destruction in the forms of passionate writing, morbid art, devious rants, and the almighty undertone of unmitigated emotions. This is my escape from the tangible. It is my virtual punching bag. Enjoy.&#xa;---ALL WORKS ARE THE PROPERTY OF SEAN WILLIAMS UNLESS CITED OTHERWISE...If you steal, steal with the knowledge that a piece of your identity will then belong to me.&#xa;&lt;br&gt; © 2010 Sean Williams. All rights reserved.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-8560815656748588761</id><published>2011-09-17T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:20:48.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardust</title><content type='html'>Into the sky we go, where dreams are as common as cracks on the road.&lt;br /&gt;
We will walk and laugh and dance until we lose ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;
Like a midnight beach without&amp;nbsp;the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;
We have to feel just to survive.&lt;br /&gt;
We are not them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
We were always better.&lt;br /&gt;
We were the lights.&lt;br /&gt;
We were the stars.&lt;br /&gt;
We were bright.&lt;br /&gt;
We still are.&lt;br /&gt;
We will be&lt;br /&gt;
forever&lt;br /&gt;
again&lt;br /&gt;
you&lt;br /&gt;
me&lt;br /&gt;
1</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/8560815656748588761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/8560815656748588761?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/8560815656748588761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/8560815656748588761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/09/stardust.html' title='Stardust'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-2404521197293992313</id><published>2011-09-05T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T14:56:42.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man Dissevers Everything</title><content type='html'>A simple embrace. A sacred face.&lt;br /&gt;
A touch that marks the end of tears.&lt;br /&gt;
A moonlight slow dance. A star bound romance.&lt;br /&gt;
We blink our eyes and it all disappears.&lt;br /&gt;
Just push me away. Sacrifice the day.&lt;br /&gt;
Your lies are no longer sweet to me.&lt;br /&gt;
A moonlit shadow. Promises, hollow.&lt;br /&gt;
Memories are obsolete to me.&lt;br /&gt;
All your pretty perfume letters&lt;br /&gt;
burn up fast like your loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;
The only thing you were faithful to&lt;br /&gt;
was your commitment to destroying me.&lt;br /&gt;
I feel replaced. Spit in my face.&lt;br /&gt;
I used to feel perfect next to you.&lt;br /&gt;
You had your reasons. Leave me in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;
I just didn&#39;t expect you to.&lt;br /&gt;
Smiles captured. Forgotten raptures.&lt;br /&gt;
The shutterspeed was too quick to save us.&lt;br /&gt;
Tears and laughs. Faded photographs.&lt;br /&gt;
I misplaced the negatives they gave us.&lt;br /&gt;
Disturbing dreams. Return these screams.&lt;br /&gt;
Every night another blade in my back.&lt;br /&gt;
Forever in the dark. You sever our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
We close our eyes and softly fade to black.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/2404521197293992313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/2404521197293992313?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/2404521197293992313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/2404521197293992313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/09/man-dissevers-everything.html' title='A Man Dissevers Everything'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-6075667037474070873</id><published>2011-09-05T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T14:43:41.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerosene Dreams</title><content type='html'>They say we&#39;re born to be lost souls and mask their hate with pity in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
They blame it all on broken homes, but they just watch us burning alive&lt;br /&gt;
...they never expected us to survive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hope every assumption was worth it. We fought for our lives and made it through.&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t run away from your burdens. You left us behind so broken and abused&lt;br /&gt;
...now we&#39;re strong enough to come after you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Children who never forget become the men who never forgive.&lt;br /&gt;
We were young, helpless, and hopeless, but we&#39;ve grown heartless and ready to give&lt;br /&gt;
...back to those who left so soon&lt;br /&gt;
...back to those who didn&#39;t care&lt;br /&gt;
Vengeful hearts despise the fake.&lt;br /&gt;
So give me an honest reason why someone like you should be spared.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They sold us their kerosene dreams and told us innocence was overrated.&lt;br /&gt;
Take these match sticks and be set free. Hearts only make things complicated&lt;br /&gt;
...the only escape is to incinerate it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You set us up to be executed. But we&#39;ll cut that smile off your face.&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t run away from what you ruined. You left us breathing in our shallow graves&lt;br /&gt;
...now we&#39;re strong enough to make you pay.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We&#39;re lost souls. We never forget. I remember. I will not forgive.&lt;br /&gt;
We were torn when you left us for dead. But now I&#39;m darker and ready to live&lt;br /&gt;
...for all those who let me down&lt;br /&gt;
...for all those who left me there&lt;br /&gt;
My mercy died along with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s nothing you can do or say to make me forget you were never there.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/6075667037474070873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/6075667037474070873?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/6075667037474070873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/6075667037474070873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/09/kerosene-dreams.html' title='Kerosene Dreams'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-4870881007810969433</id><published>2011-09-05T14:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:03:27.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy Takes Malice</title><content type='html'>Take me away from all I&#39;ve known&lt;br /&gt;
a heart on fire trapt in stone&lt;br /&gt;
Let these walls disintegrate&lt;br /&gt;
force it to incinerate&lt;br /&gt;
and burn my sorrow to ashes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In your eyes I find my solace&lt;br /&gt;
Love is mercy when life is malice&lt;br /&gt;
turn this chaos upside-down&lt;br /&gt;
watch it all go crashing down&lt;br /&gt;
and find me in the disaster&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hate you for understanding&lt;br /&gt;
I hate you because you&#39;re clueless&lt;br /&gt;
I hate you and all you love&lt;br /&gt;
because it makes me feel so useless.&lt;br /&gt;
Your blind faith makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;
your smile is a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;
you&#39;re the reason I finish nothing&lt;br /&gt;
because I think of you and fall behind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here and now I find my place&lt;br /&gt;
your liar mouth, your angel face.&lt;br /&gt;
Bury me before this fades&lt;br /&gt;
you have all my strengths in spades&lt;br /&gt;
to tuck me gently in my grave.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t go on this way&lt;br /&gt;
you always seem to make me wait&lt;br /&gt;
Just another waste of time&lt;br /&gt;
just another thing to hate.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hate you for all my flaws&lt;br /&gt;
I hate you because I&#39;m wrong&lt;br /&gt;
I hate truth and how it burns&lt;br /&gt;
because I could never hate you at all.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/4870881007810969433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/4870881007810969433?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/4870881007810969433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/4870881007810969433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/09/mercy-takes-malice.html' title='Mercy Takes Malice'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-4927704296525849698</id><published>2011-09-05T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T13:55:20.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halos, Hearts, and Hand Grenades</title><content type='html'>Baby, your love is a loaded gun and every good-bye is a bullet fired&lt;br /&gt;
point blank and laser guided, &lt;br /&gt;
my heart is hard and razor wired&lt;br /&gt;
But you still hit your mark.&lt;br /&gt;
Is this all you need me for&lt;br /&gt;
just another target heart&lt;br /&gt;
just another dark new day&lt;br /&gt;
trade common sense for love and hate&lt;br /&gt;
Am I the absolution you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;
for the pictures that fade&lt;br /&gt;
where the bodies were laid&lt;br /&gt;
and for&amp;nbsp;all those&amp;nbsp;stubborn hearts&lt;br /&gt;
that never ever change.&lt;br /&gt;
So hold me close enough to know&lt;br /&gt;
my world will end if you let go&lt;br /&gt;
close enough to say hello&lt;br /&gt;
and let that trigger go&lt;br /&gt;
Say my name unafraid&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not going down this way&lt;br /&gt;
your heart is not my grave&lt;br /&gt;
A broken stone right by the gate&lt;br /&gt;
A lonely rose dropped in the rain&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not your victim tonight, my love.&lt;br /&gt;
Is that what you wanted me to say&lt;br /&gt;
or is history not good enough&lt;br /&gt;
to rip you from that grace&lt;br /&gt;
that undeserved sense of faith&lt;br /&gt;
to roll around in ancient stains.&lt;br /&gt;
Halos, hearts, and hand grenades,&lt;br /&gt;
We all end up the same.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/4927704296525849698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/4927704296525849698?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/4927704296525849698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/4927704296525849698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/09/halos-hearts-and-hand-grenades.html' title='Halos, Hearts, and Hand Grenades'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-6334880447402489222</id><published>2011-08-11T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T17:20:14.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Amanda Kill (Official Trailer)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/yfker59C7jg?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/6334880447402489222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/6334880447402489222?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/6334880447402489222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/6334880447402489222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/08/looking-for-amanda-kill-official.html' title='Looking for Amanda Kill (Official Trailer)'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-4311658240757259112</id><published>2011-08-07T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T15:26:47.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurdle the Dead</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t break hearts. It&#39;s the memories I collect.&lt;br /&gt;
Gone but not forgotten, defined in retrospect.&lt;br /&gt;
Smiles and tears, hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;
Moments unravel like stitches to a seam.&lt;br /&gt;
Picture perfect pleasantries.&lt;br /&gt;
Silly scrapbook tendencies.&lt;br /&gt;
We record the world and memorize the faces.&lt;br /&gt;
Trapped inside a diary, we wither like the pages.&lt;br /&gt;
History leaves our hearts in utter disarray.&lt;br /&gt;
And as we fall apart, we cling to what remains.&lt;br /&gt;
We worship the past, we honor the stains.&lt;br /&gt;
We sacrifice logic to recreate the pain.&lt;br /&gt;
Just a simple emotion, a first love once again.&lt;br /&gt;
Never really move on. Never hurdle the dead.&lt;br /&gt;
Never let go. It&#39;s impossible to forget.&lt;br /&gt;
Because the magic we had will never be a regret.&lt;br /&gt;
We divide our hearts in the shape of love.&lt;br /&gt;
But now our passion falls short and its not enough.&lt;br /&gt;
Can&#39;t return to neverland if only you believe.&lt;br /&gt;
The flight of our hearts is a distant memory.&lt;br /&gt;
In the back of my&amp;nbsp;mind I feel every emotion again.&lt;br /&gt;
Swimming and spinning before the emptiness began.&lt;br /&gt;
So I say to you hearts, pure and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;
We are made of scars, we are made to forget.&lt;br /&gt;
But before the light of our eyes falls to shadow and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;
Light up the night with&amp;nbsp;bright dreams of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
If&amp;nbsp;I based my life on the person I once was,&lt;br /&gt;
I would have never discovered the man that I&#39;ve become.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/4311658240757259112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/4311658240757259112?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/4311658240757259112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/4311658240757259112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/08/hurdle-dead.html' title='Hurdle the Dead'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-5922244216474826443</id><published>2011-08-03T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T20:43:15.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes in the Emptiness</title><content type='html'>The violin&amp;nbsp;will scream songs of your demise&lt;br /&gt;
Gracefully alluding to thoughts of another time.&lt;br /&gt;
This wicked wonderland lullaby&lt;br /&gt;
Say good night one last time.&lt;br /&gt;
When all the tears refuse to dry&lt;br /&gt;
Painfully eluding the truth&amp;nbsp;behind the lies&lt;br /&gt;
This frigid fragile kiss good night&lt;br /&gt;
I would die to forget your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t believe this is the last of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;
though it seems to remain unseen.&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t believe this is the only way to bleed&lt;br /&gt;
but I&#39;m certain I&#39;ve came to be...&lt;br /&gt;
empty.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I try to memorize all my words&lt;br /&gt;
Piercing their meaning into the walls of my heart&lt;br /&gt;
Another poem with another verse&lt;br /&gt;
Say you&#39;ll fall for me. Say you&#39;ll fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;
Impossible to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;
Hearing all the sounds&amp;nbsp;without a syllable spoken&lt;br /&gt;
You were always the music of the night.&lt;br /&gt;
But tonight your notes fall upon the broken.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And if this song plays to the end of me&lt;br /&gt;
though it seems to remain unseen.&lt;br /&gt;
And if these words destroy your dreams&lt;br /&gt;
you will know what it is to be empty...&lt;br /&gt;
just like me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/5922244216474826443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/5922244216474826443?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/5922244216474826443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/5922244216474826443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/08/echoes-in-emptiness.html' title='Echoes in the Emptiness'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-1651417419111401993</id><published>2011-07-07T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:01:51.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Survive</title><content type='html'>Painful sacrifices that I make&lt;br /&gt;
Stubborn little vices never break&lt;br /&gt;
Filthy disguises at my wake&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s of no surprise that you&#39;re all fake&lt;br /&gt;
I can see the truth left in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Put to death by all your simple lies&lt;br /&gt;
Just another ruse that was misplaced&lt;br /&gt;
Meant to substitute for your disgrace&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Say another word but rhyme this time&lt;br /&gt;
Just another flirt with compromise&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me I&#39;m the one who&#39;s always wrong&lt;br /&gt;
Then I&#39;ll say I knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;
Deep inside a face that I despise&lt;br /&gt;
Sleep inside a grave to clear my mind&lt;br /&gt;
Another blink away from sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;
Another window painted black as night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cry another tear in the name of hate&lt;br /&gt;
While another fear gives birth to fate&lt;br /&gt;
Wicked little scars resemble pride&lt;br /&gt;
I want more than you could ever provide&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taken by force in the dead of night&lt;br /&gt;
Drifting off course but I can still fight&lt;br /&gt;
Lost in the chamber&amp;nbsp;of another tragedy&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting for the trigger to set me free&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All the worthless words I never thought I&#39;d say&lt;br /&gt;
Hopeless and discouraged, I walk away&lt;br /&gt;
Each step is an eternal way to say&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll never learn how to survive this way.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/1651417419111401993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/1651417419111401993?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/1651417419111401993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/1651417419111401993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/07/survive.html' title='Survive'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-957216539017768041</id><published>2011-04-15T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:01:26.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to My Reflection</title><content type='html'>Dear Mirror,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fuck you and everything you believe in. All this confidence, all this ambition, all this momentum, all for nothing. How can I believe in you when no one believes in me? Truth, faith, and commitment are nothing but the diluted components of&amp;nbsp;pseudo-security. Careful now, reflection. Remember,&amp;nbsp;you&#39;re just an image.&amp;nbsp;Everyone sees you; everyone loves you: the success story, the glamor, the&amp;nbsp;pretty shell&amp;nbsp;that covers the chaos. That&#39;s all you are--a costume, a mask, a glorified facade. But you have no substance. You&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;a worthless dream. I am the reality here--me and all my flaws. And when I&#39;m judged, labeled, or frowned upon, you always disappear. When the truth approaches, you flee. You leave me to my scars like a&amp;nbsp;wound without a bandage. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No one cares to look at you when the negatives come out.&amp;nbsp;No one sees accomplishments anymore; all they see is failure. People never want the whole picture. They want the best or the worst. The pinnacle and the pit will always&amp;nbsp;invoke the most attention, separately. Very few accept the entire story. Most just want the interesting chapters, the peaks and valleys of the roller coaster. But I can&#39;t live to please everyone anymore. I can&#39;t embrace a fabricated life. Your&amp;nbsp;reign has been overthrown by truth my old friend. I used to see myself in you, but now there&#39;s only lies. You&#39;ve led me down a path of falsity and pain. So, &lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; bleed these words and cry these lines&amp;nbsp;with no remorse for&amp;nbsp;you. Oh&amp;nbsp;mighty reflection, your power has run its course.&amp;nbsp;Playing make-believe&amp;nbsp;was fun. The popularity was exciting. The attention you received was amazing. I could have never done that alone. But it doesn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;relent the fact that you are fake. You no longer have a place in my world. And if people like me less when you&#39;re gone, so be it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From this point on, I will never call to you for support, search for your confident face, or attempt to catch a glimpse of what might have been. I used to split myself in two for you. But now, when I look into the mirror, I will see myself--my scars along with my successes, my pain along with my pride. I am a better person whole than divided. This world tramples the weak, and I am so much stronger without you. Never show your ugly face again. You no longer exist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sean Williams</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/957216539017768041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/957216539017768041?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/957216539017768041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/957216539017768041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/04/letter-to-my-reflection.html' title='A Letter to My Reflection'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-1837155515991368079</id><published>2011-04-04T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:48:03.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proceed Without Caution</title><content type='html'>Some clown tattoos and a little heavy metal&lt;br /&gt;
Loud mouth with a heart that never settles&lt;br /&gt;
Down to earth, but on another level&lt;br /&gt;
Unlike most, I wear my scars like medals.&lt;br /&gt;
I take the parts I lose and stitch them to my sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;
Beaten and bruised, but these are memories.&lt;br /&gt;
These are my core, my reason to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;
To remind me how I triumphed over threats of defeat.&lt;br /&gt;
Regret&#39;s a disease. I forget them with ease.&lt;br /&gt;
Life is just a race now and I&#39;m taking the lead.&lt;br /&gt;
I hurdle the weak and trample the strong.&lt;br /&gt;
I heard all their screams but I have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;
Abandon my caution, my fear, and my care.&lt;br /&gt;
Life is too short to hope for shit that ain&#39;t there.&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t suspend my ambition for society&#39;s sake&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t pretend to listen if the words are entirely fake.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t try to be great. I don&#39;t even want to be saved.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;d rather be a dead individual than a popular slave.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll never be a copy or an acceptable face.&lt;br /&gt;
I am not appropriate enough to be considered okay.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not a member or a client; I&#39;m causing static for statistics.&lt;br /&gt;
Remember I&#39;m defiant to your demographic shitlist. &lt;br /&gt;
And I spit fire so you should close your eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;
Unless you want to see the truth from a wicked ex-convict,&lt;br /&gt;
carry on pussies. Onto the next conflict. &lt;br /&gt;
You say we all have the right to remain silent.&lt;br /&gt;
But I choose my right to never stay quiet.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/1837155515991368079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/1837155515991368079?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/1837155515991368079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/1837155515991368079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/04/proceed-without-caution.html' title='Proceed Without Caution'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-7401730963666556979</id><published>2011-04-01T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T11:52:40.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Minute Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;Face  it, you&#39;re basic. You will never be like me. Taste it, embrace it.  Vindication is so sweet. Revenge is tough, but it isn&#39;t enough. I want  victory wrapped in triumph and glory covered in blood. I choose metaphorical violence over allegorical silence. Like Vlad the impaler, I put bodies on sticks. I make the loudest statements without ever saying shit. I dine in the presence of victims and darkness, drink champagne with devil, but he&#39;s my next target. I&#39;ve seen doom and terror, been through gloom and error. Seen every peak and valley in this human era. Lived like Jack and Sally but without the presents. This isn&#39;t Christmas; this is a motherfuckin&#39; nightmare. It took a long time to discover that life doesn&#39;t fight fair. Been through the grinder, been through ringer, been punched, kicked and spat on, but kept my middle finger&amp;nbsp; up in the air, with no breath left to spare, with blood in mouth and teeth on the floor, I will never go down without asking for more. I watched my world come crashing down. So we ain&#39;t friends; you&#39;re all just ashes now. Nothing but a pile of mistakes and bad dreams. But I&#39;ve risen with a smile, as devious as I can be. I represent the person that you wish could be. I add the 3rd dimension to everything 2D, I can&#39;t be understood because I&#39;m just too deep. But let me go in depth for a minute real quick. If width equals strength and length equals drive, I am currently the largest motherfucker alive. - SW &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/7401730963666556979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/7401730963666556979?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/7401730963666556979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/7401730963666556979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-minute-rant.html' title='3 Minute Rant'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-2856323550253358128</id><published>2011-03-11T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:52:41.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Falls</title><content type='html'>Age 10:&lt;br /&gt;
To the tune of amber rain, a soft song for the wind&lt;br /&gt;
She gathers her dreams in a plastic bag, knotted to keep them in&lt;br /&gt;
She mentions her father&#39;s words and her mother&#39;s helpful hints&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Don&#39;t be a dreamer your whole life&quot; ... the world will always win.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Age 16:&lt;br /&gt;
Her eyes are full of promise, a skewed view of bravery&lt;br /&gt;
She lies until she&#39;s honest and believes wholeheartedly&lt;br /&gt;
She thinks she knows what awaits, passion or tragedy&lt;br /&gt;
But she doesn&#39;t see things as they are but how they ought to be. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Age 21: &lt;br /&gt;
She abandons all she knows, trades it for the sites &lt;br /&gt;
Leaving with one purpose, to leave the world behind&lt;br /&gt;
She loves the taste of fall and the sweet October glow&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Don&#39;t be a dreamer your whole life&quot; ... &lt;i&gt;what do they know?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Age 25:&lt;br /&gt;
At first, she takes in all the wonders, the pretty oohs and aahs.&lt;br /&gt;
Like Dorothy, before the witch, its her first glimpse of OZ&lt;br /&gt;
Bewildered and excited, she maintains her confidence&lt;br /&gt;
As sturdy as a house a cards, but sturdy nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Age 30:&lt;br /&gt;
Confronted by the thoughts, these wicked little things&lt;br /&gt;
Fears and doubts and hollow mouths, &lt;i&gt;why these bitter things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Where are all the trees, with their color changing leaves&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Don&#39;t be a dreamer your whole life&quot; ... nothing is what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Age 40:&lt;br /&gt;
Autumn falls upon the clouds, a firestarter sky&lt;br /&gt;
She&#39;s all alone inside her head, a cell for hopes to die&lt;br /&gt;
She remembers when she used to dream for something new to see&lt;br /&gt;
Now she can only hope and wish for the way they used to be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Age 60:&lt;br /&gt;
Chasing leaves and catching colds, an innocent endeavor&lt;br /&gt;
Trading dreams for days of old, impossible to measure&lt;br /&gt;
She speaks of her regrets and the biggest mistake she made &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Don&#39;t be a dreamer your whole life&quot; ... reality never waits.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/2856323550253358128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/2856323550253358128?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/2856323550253358128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/2856323550253358128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/03/autumn-falls.html' title='Autumn Falls'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-6531593601493695315</id><published>2011-02-21T12:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T13:00:37.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Subtleties are for pussies</title><content type='html'>subtleties are for pussies who tell it how it might be&lt;br /&gt;
well I tell it how it is hopin you wanna fight me.&lt;br /&gt;
hearts with price tags and friends like douchebags&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s hard to get by in a world full of scumbags.&lt;br /&gt;
but I don&#39;t lie anymore, I don&#39;t have to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;
everyone knows I&#39;m a fuckin monster with a pen.&lt;br /&gt;
a fucking problem to the end.&lt;br /&gt;
My mind doesn&#39;t sleep, it only waits to breathe&lt;br /&gt;
It waits for opportunity like a stalker in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;
behind the windows of truth and the doors of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;
like a beast under the bed just plotting tragedies &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll reveal it all just to get shit off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t care who gets hurt, I don&#39;t care if you cry.&lt;br /&gt;
Someone has to take it this far.&lt;br /&gt;
Someone has to be authentic for once.&lt;br /&gt;
All you fake ass martyrs. Pseudo-suicide cunts.&lt;br /&gt;
I been to hell already, shared a cell with the devil&lt;br /&gt;
on another level to revel in the dark with the rebels&lt;br /&gt;
I slept with the traitors and hung with the thieves&lt;br /&gt;
I bodied the haters and got sprung from the scene.&lt;br /&gt;
No one can tell me shit about struggle.&lt;br /&gt;
I been through it all&lt;br /&gt;
I know disaster and pain like the back of my fist&lt;br /&gt;
With every scar in place like a badge on my wrist&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll never bleed for you though. I&#39;ll never threaten my core. &lt;br /&gt;
I have yet to find something worth suffering for.&lt;br /&gt;
See the difference between a pro and a novice is&lt;br /&gt;
beginners make threats and I make promises.&lt;br /&gt;
And I don&#39;t go back on anything that I believe &lt;br /&gt;
If I say it like it is, that means that&#39;s the way its gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;
I am the proof that there is a reality. &lt;br /&gt;
I spent my whole life destroying the methods of duality.&lt;br /&gt;
the existence of normality with resistance to formalities&lt;br /&gt;
While you conform to the storms of commercial sub-realities.&lt;br /&gt;
Controversial contradictions like spending life as a statistic &lt;br /&gt;
living under surveillance, under supervised restrictions&lt;br /&gt;
under video cameras like an awkward urinalysis &lt;br /&gt;
this is my fucking life. This is not your analysis.&lt;br /&gt;
I am not a basis for your fucking comparisons.&lt;br /&gt;
I am not a race or a model for your averages.&lt;br /&gt;
I am a fucking person with heart that bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m no longer a number or a suspect on the street.&lt;br /&gt;
This is a country of savages. A cunt tree of scavengers. &lt;br /&gt;
Big business big wigs, slave traders and bastards.&lt;br /&gt;
You can pay for stock in prisons but you cant buy a conscience&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t complain about crime when it increases your profits.&lt;br /&gt;
Fuck the rules of the rich. They will never apply.&lt;br /&gt;
Not to me or the real, just to superficial eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
An official compromise of the issues at hand.&lt;br /&gt;
Why is a dollar worth more than the death of a man?&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll never understand but I&#39;ll always stand above&lt;br /&gt;
when everyone sells out and the world is not enough&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll remain right here as real as my blood&lt;br /&gt;
Spitting fire on the people that choose money over love&lt;br /&gt;
Money over truth, money over you, money over it all.&lt;br /&gt;
I will never fall for your ways. I&#39;d rather die for a cause.&lt;br /&gt;
Out of pocket and above the laws.&lt;br /&gt;
Fuck your fabricated integrity. Yea I said it to whoever is affected.&lt;br /&gt;
I will never be what you expected. Mother fuck you all.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/6531593601493695315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/6531593601493695315?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/6531593601493695315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/6531593601493695315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/02/subtleties-are-for-pussies.html' title='Subtleties are for pussies'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-5955923892790489271</id><published>2011-02-21T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T10:45:46.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Self Destruction</title><content type='html'>An architect of self destruction.&lt;br /&gt;
Streak these reds across the page.&lt;br /&gt;
Intentions remain so counterproductive.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;d bleed out just to write about the stains.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have faith in where passion will take you.&lt;br /&gt;
A ripped page on black concrete.&lt;br /&gt;
Wicked designs like a mental breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;
Slipping through the cracks under my feet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shattered charisma and broken sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
Impossible strokes under sickening light.&lt;br /&gt;
Just splatter the paint and hope to dream.&lt;br /&gt;
A reckless approach to a blistering fight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Scar up another piece of worthless fabric.&lt;br /&gt;
Pour the future stains all over the voids.&lt;br /&gt;
Mark the reality of passion with static.&lt;br /&gt;
Scrape the silence with the violence of noise.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Write motherfucker like its all you have.&lt;br /&gt;
Paint as if the world wants you dead.&lt;br /&gt;
Carve out a story and sell your heart.&lt;br /&gt;
Remember creativity is a gun to your head.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/5955923892790489271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/5955923892790489271?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/5955923892790489271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/5955923892790489271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/02/art-of-self-destruction.html' title='The Art of Self Destruction'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-8556086229532608825</id><published>2011-02-21T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T10:28:47.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Fraud</title><content type='html'>Please hold your applause. I&#39;m a lost cause.&lt;br /&gt;
Hiding in your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;
Circling in my desperation.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not who everyone thinks I am.&lt;br /&gt;
Just pretty ink across the page.&lt;br /&gt;
A handsome lie for a face.&lt;br /&gt;
This isn&#39;t my reality.&lt;br /&gt;
This is a cryptic tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;
This is nothing but a dream.&lt;br /&gt;
I feel everyone staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;
Watching and waiting for miracles.&lt;br /&gt;
But apprehension is all I see.&lt;br /&gt;
A little boy still afraid of failure.&lt;br /&gt;
I am nothing but a lie.&lt;br /&gt;
I am a beautiful fraud.&lt;br /&gt;
Confidence is painted on and decorated for you all.&lt;br /&gt;
A decimated truth. An aggravated youth.&lt;br /&gt;
With so much, so much, too much left to prove.&lt;br /&gt;
Selfish and cynical.&lt;br /&gt;
You are all just objects with eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
Too oblivious to realize that I am just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;
A hundred smiles in your face.&lt;br /&gt;
Never see this empty space.&lt;br /&gt;
I just hide in plain sight.&lt;br /&gt;
Too obvious is never obvious enough.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/8556086229532608825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/8556086229532608825?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/8556086229532608825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/8556086229532608825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/02/beautiful-fraud.html' title='A Beautiful Fraud'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-7553446016197764716</id><published>2011-01-27T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T09:07:29.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleeting Facade</title><content type='html'>I must be hopeless. I can&#39;t seem to get this right.&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t stop fucking up this heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;
I say the wrong things at the wrong times.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m almost done trying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am apprehensive with every decision.&lt;br /&gt;
Will this one be the death of me?&lt;br /&gt;
If I keep scraping through life this way,&lt;br /&gt;
there will be nothing left of me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;
I am fading away.&lt;br /&gt;
I will disappear before you notice.&lt;br /&gt;
Then it will be too late.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I needed to be me. Someone I loved.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;d bleed to be me. Someone that was enough.&lt;br /&gt;
But this was my fleeting facade.&lt;br /&gt;
I felt like nothing while you played God.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well this murder has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;
I am done dying for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
Keep the tears you&#39;ve caused.&lt;br /&gt;
Because there won&#39;t be another one.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/7553446016197764716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/7553446016197764716?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/7553446016197764716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/7553446016197764716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/01/fleeting-facade.html' title='Fleeting Facade'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-3560439209897932082</id><published>2011-01-17T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:33:45.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We don&#39;t make mistakes. Mistakes make us.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/3560439209897932082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/3560439209897932082?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/3560439209897932082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/3560439209897932082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-dont-make-mistakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-9105852072509775418</id><published>2011-01-07T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T16:30:16.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Lives</title><content type='html'>A new year inside the glass, another pause for the sand to pass. We sit alone in our soft hearts and wait to sate the hands of fate.&lt;br /&gt;
Another breath of another day, another glance, just look my way. We&#39;ve come so very far not to spend our lives in each others&#39; arms.&lt;br /&gt;
Sweet ballads and sour dreams, wake up first just to watch you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve lived a thousands deaths about a thousand lives ago. But now I breathe next to you and it saves my heart to know...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...I am alive&lt;br /&gt;
Finally alive inside. A fire set for the blaze. A riot without a cage. Pushing down the lies of a thousand broken lives, too many failing tries.&lt;br /&gt;
But there&#39;s a killer in your eyes, where all the mistakes of my life go to die.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She&#39;s a beautiful breath to take, another plague on the fake. She is my brand new looking glass with bones of steel and a magic laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
Another soul to suffocate all the worries I&#39;ve come to hate. We&#39;ve got it all in spades, together now and nothing but the sky awaits.&lt;br /&gt;
Silent nights and thunder days, I&#39;d give it all to make you stay.&lt;br /&gt;
This is all that matters now, not the why and not the how, but who, who I&#39;ve come to be. When you&#39;re standing next to me...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
...I am alive.&lt;br /&gt;
It only took a thousand lives to find you. A thousand lies. A thousands ways to die inside. But I&#39;d do it all again just to keep you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;
I am finally alive.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/9105852072509775418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/9105852072509775418?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/9105852072509775418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/9105852072509775418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2011/01/thousand-lives.html' title='A Thousand Lives'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-6432699355018028695</id><published>2010-12-22T12:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:48:53.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead End Armageddon</title><content type='html'>Unorthodox apocalypse. Dead end Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;
No one wants to contradict and let the future set in.&lt;br /&gt;
Who will be your friend then? How will you pretend then?&lt;br /&gt;
When the days are lost to memories, the past will never end.&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t apologize for anything as these nights burn out.&lt;br /&gt;
If you can&#39;t pick out the lies, then you better learn how.&lt;br /&gt;
Time is wasting away beneath our dirty palms and minds.&lt;br /&gt;
Life is just a waltz around a field of bombs and mines.&lt;br /&gt;
These concubines, useless relationships, I hate this shit.&lt;br /&gt;
Friends are only around to help you celebrate your bliss.&lt;br /&gt;
Never commiserating shit. So quick to flee with the pain life brings.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s fucking disgusting. And it&#39;s too late to discuss things.&lt;br /&gt;
Once you step off my plane of existence expect future resistance&lt;br /&gt;
My ego is persistent and my cold shoulder&#39;s vindictive.&lt;br /&gt;
You can fall away forever until you break your neck on your reflection.&lt;br /&gt;
Visualize the lies you used to compromise. Synaptic recollection.&lt;br /&gt;
Unadaptive obsessions end in disaster and regression.&lt;br /&gt;
Captivating catastrophes highlight the truth like a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;
The ink is fresh on the page but it will forever stain&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t learn from you, I learned from the pain.&lt;br /&gt;
I learned to flush the garbage from my heart&#39;s drain.&lt;br /&gt;
This denial was beautiful before it was an issue.&lt;br /&gt;
But I lost myself in trust with the idea that I&#39;d miss you.&lt;br /&gt;
This world has a way to take away what is fake.&lt;br /&gt;
Painstaking and breathtaking, left my mind wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;
Once a blind mistake, now a moment to take&lt;br /&gt;
A moment to make a choice to make a change.&lt;br /&gt;
To save myself and sell you out like you did to me&lt;br /&gt;
This war was your idea. I just want the victory.&lt;br /&gt;
So yea maybe these memories are contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I am just a bitter fuck bent on causing misery.&lt;br /&gt;
But I don&#39;t give a fuck. My smile has never been this wide.&lt;br /&gt;
This life and these pricks gave me my sense of pride.&lt;br /&gt;
Because no matter how many nights I&#39;ve spent dying alone.&lt;br /&gt;
I made it through without you. I did it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;
So thank you for showing me all my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you for the key to living without falsities.&lt;br /&gt;
I will never make a promise that I don&#39;t plan to keep.&lt;br /&gt;
I will never take a moment if I don&#39;t plan to dream.&lt;br /&gt;
I will never be you. I&#39;ll always question what I see.&lt;br /&gt;
So here&#39;s to the fake and the real me you set free.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/6432699355018028695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/6432699355018028695?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/6432699355018028695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/6432699355018028695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2010/12/dead-end-armageddon.html' title='Dead End Armageddon'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-8773210337614034406</id><published>2010-12-20T12:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T12:12:40.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash the Market</title><content type='html'>We can educate the young. We can devour the weak.&lt;br /&gt;
We can medicate the dumb with our power to speak.&lt;br /&gt;
We are in charge of the world. We are the only dreamers left.&lt;br /&gt;
We will fight for our hearts to the moments of our death.&lt;br /&gt;
Until our breath breaks apart from the lungs in our chest.&lt;br /&gt;
And they pile up our parts in the ground like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;
No longer forgotten like the rotten and the ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;
They will remember my name but not for its innocence.&lt;br /&gt;
I will live my life making marks on society.&lt;br /&gt;
Eroding and corroding the ways they fuckin lied to me.&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;m no hero, just a monster with a motive.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m no man; I&#39;m just boy who exploded.&lt;br /&gt;
Let&#39;s take a second to realize. Nah, don&#39;t waste a moment.&lt;br /&gt;
Just look at life through real eyes and realize that you own it.&lt;br /&gt;
Propaganda prophecies with the power to influence.&lt;br /&gt;
These media mockeries screamin Nike- just do it.&lt;br /&gt;
Just ruin. Just shut up and go through it.&lt;br /&gt;
Close your fuckin mouth now if you aint gonna use it.&lt;br /&gt;
They try to tell us that our thoughts are no longer pursuant&lt;br /&gt;
To their cause and their fight so now we&#39;re incongruent&lt;br /&gt;
To their laws and their rights so thinkers are the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;
We must maintain an image and sell our identity.&lt;br /&gt;
Our minds are marketable like statistics and prisons.&lt;br /&gt;
Cage away imagination with no choice but to listen.&lt;br /&gt;
But a voice is my mission and I choose to disrespect &lt;br /&gt;
any motherfucker who&#39;s brave enough to attempt&lt;br /&gt;
an attack on my right to speak my mind free and clear.&lt;br /&gt;
Anyone disagree? I&#39;ll be standin right here.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/8773210337614034406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/8773210337614034406?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/8773210337614034406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/8773210337614034406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2010/12/crash-market.html' title='Crash the Market'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-8633154795151047305</id><published>2010-11-29T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:32:43.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class=&quot;UIIntentionalStory_Message&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;When  all the hearts are suicide kings and the stage is filled with wild eyed  dreams, never turn around for me. Don&#39;t stop, just keep it movin, full  throttle into the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;UIIntentionalStory_Message&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;After all, I&#39;m stronger than I was, just a  memory in the wreckage, hiding in the dust. Don&#39;t try to save me  anymore. Fire till the end of it all, these burning hearts will fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;UIIntentionalStory_Message&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;I say it now and clear as day, I love these moments that fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;UIIntentionalStory_Message&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;Take me down and fear the way I never wanna change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;UIIntentionalStory_Message&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;Caught off guard by the taste of truth and a little distracted by thoughts of you, I&#39;ll never sacrifice these days. Never fill your hollow. Never break the chain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;UIIntentionalStory_Message&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;Harder now into the faces of doubt, we fall for the causes we used live without. I can&#39;t pretend to feel certain. Never lie about the curtain. It&#39;s crashing down on us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;UIIntentionalStory_Message&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;When it goes or if it stays, I&#39;ll love the faces you will make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;UIIntentionalStory_Message&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;Another blow, another blaze. We will burn forever this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;UIIntentionalStory_Message&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;Come on love, this is not a game. But if it is, I&#39;ll stay to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;UIIntentionalStory_Message&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;Another ghost of yesterday. I will haunt your heart with all the words you never wanted to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;UIIntentionalStory_Message&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;For all those kisses that became our scars and all those stitches sealing up our hearts, we can go on like this forever. I will bleed through my chest until this ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;UIIntentionalStory_Message&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;UIStory_Message&quot;&gt;...or until you fail to steal my breath, which will never ever happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/8633154795151047305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/8633154795151047305?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/8633154795151047305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/8633154795151047305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2010/11/bleeding-through.html' title='Bleeding Through'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-2186778972989643674</id><published>2010-11-07T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:19:48.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Saturday night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga07vxvC5_44One-RFoaHFYxmF35jsWF-_8LkujAH8JL1QqG6NrfkX6y9b-cXxOC6y0WYY6dLfgzCBI7X1SNpuD7rAPjTmP8SMowpogNVhPH3r1AG6y65uoYUVUZK55bRwEXmfVAYYDM-f/s1600/Main+Pic.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga07vxvC5_44One-RFoaHFYxmF35jsWF-_8LkujAH8JL1QqG6NrfkX6y9b-cXxOC6y0WYY6dLfgzCBI7X1SNpuD7rAPjTmP8SMowpogNVhPH3r1AG6y65uoYUVUZK55bRwEXmfVAYYDM-f/s320/Main+Pic.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/2186778972989643674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/2186778972989643674?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/2186778972989643674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/2186778972989643674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-another-saturday-night.html' title='Just another Saturday night...'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga07vxvC5_44One-RFoaHFYxmF35jsWF-_8LkujAH8JL1QqG6NrfkX6y9b-cXxOC6y0WYY6dLfgzCBI7X1SNpuD7rAPjTmP8SMowpogNVhPH3r1AG6y65uoYUVUZK55bRwEXmfVAYYDM-f/s72-c/Main+Pic.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-4501709992645843257</id><published>2010-11-07T13:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:17:55.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Sidewalks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pen my eyes; cut the stitches of consequence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ot just another camouflage for contemporary coincidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ake my heart for what it’s worth; just pennies on a dollar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ear my voice from empty walls and ignore the silent hollers.&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=6056782898989518958&amp;amp;postID=4501709992645843257&quot; name=&quot;_GoBack&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vacuate your heart and empathize with the broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oft spoken solitude unfortunately left unspoken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; am the ghost; I am the darkness; I am the shadows on the sidewalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eny your sympathy to protect the path your pride walks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mbrace your falsities, your facades and fabrications.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;onder in the atrocity of limitless limitations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ccept me to except me, but don’t expect me to be accepting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ike the wicked tribulations that teach you to repress things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nights of Nosferatu, we are the city slicker martyrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uck the last drops of our innocence; make these sidewalks even darker.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/feeds/4501709992645843257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6056782898989518958/4501709992645843257?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/4501709992645843257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6056782898989518958/posts/default/4501709992645843257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sean-malice.blogspot.com/2010/11/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title='On the Sidewalks'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14903065345265073441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMrYZ2ZmVbP0VGdC1mmwdNbRcVU4yn5HGhwqIXhcesSphdPFolwOHQPq2bwfhLMbtCfOCBRkdLEEXtMfw2LWMDvB_Me1HP0kxZqvbAhPIJMKPOOnM49muodBeeLcEZg/s220/amanda+kill+poster.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056782898989518958.post-3947521523968099046</id><published>2010-11-07T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:12:51.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiY0ii0rBgbbt1xdYdVKDDC2tseyrczchj05y5H9pdUKhoRshAVjUM9sevppuuklFTVe84NeIN2fy_juwGYX1WkwUKEkY25ta1Acu9nbw54mucWbb5xu6wQ2O9Z_kBQAkKUPMOtxwxIZJG/s1600/creepyeyes.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiY0ii0rBgbbt1xdYdVKDDC2tseyrczchj05y5H9pdUKhoRshAVjUM9sevppuuklFTVe84NeIN2fy_juwGYX1WkwUKEkY25ta1Acu9nbw54mucWbb5xu6wQ2O9Z_kBQAkKUPMOtxwxIZJG/s320/creepyeyes.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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