Insanity can not be absent from normality. It's inside us all. However we choose, to fight it or embrace it, it remains there still. Churning and tormenting us. Maybe if we emptied ourselves of our insanity, we would know some kind of peace. But without it, we would be truely dead.

urban_angel's Works

Poetry	10/25/2007	Abuse in the fading night
Poetry	02/07/2008	All my favorite Boys
Poetry	03/21/2006	Angel in disguise
Poetry	04/01/2003	Ash White Scars
Poetry	10/25/2007	Bottle
Poetry	05/21/2005	Break Away
Poetry	12/11/2006	Cheerleading Nightmare
Poetry	09/17/2003	Dancing Veins
Poetry	03/22/2006	Death Scene
Poetry	06/16/2006	Descent into Insanity
Poetry	04/22/2008	Desperate for your love
Poetry	10/25/2007	End Poem
Poetry	12/02/2005	Follow the Leader
Poetry	03/28/2003	Friendly Drop
Poetry	11/15/2005	Guilty
Poetry	03/22/2006	Haunt
Poetry	12/01/2005	High heeled whore
Poetry	05/12/2003	Kissing Meth
Poetry	04/22/2008	Mindscape
Poetry	12/11/2007	Naughty Girl
Poetry	03/17/2008	Passions
Poetry	12/11/2007	Play things
Poetry	12/06/2007	Pretty In Ink
Poetry	08/17/2005	Pretty Princess Suicide
Poetry	12/06/2007	Prison I call it
Poetry	04/22/2008	Rabbit hole
Poetry	03/29/2003	Reality
Poetry	12/12/2006	Satan's Heir
Poetry	01/24/2008	Scar tissue of an Insomniac
Poetry	12/06/2007	Someday true fate
Poetry	01/23/2003	Tantrum
Poetry (Love)	12/11/2006	Undead
Poetry	02/10/2006	Waiting for the Drain
Poetry	06/20/2003	White Razor Blades

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