tacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence

Don't you feel it too? Every time you clutch the blade in your hand? Every time it pierces through your skin? Every time you make a fist? Every time your body cries with what little color is left? Don't you feel it? Don't you feel Death? Nothing, no nothing ever works the way you want it to. Sometimes you walk on a straight path, sometimes you run in a turn and sometimes you ride a ride at the amusement park. It's all to make you cry and show how weak you really are. --- Pain is a cheap present under the Christmas tree, that no one wants to open. Part I.- Beauty Given Part II.- Dares & Kisses Part III.- Within The Heart A Pallet Filled With Color Part IV.- Paintings Part V.- Cage Part VI.- That Day A Puddle Of Red Part VII.- The Beating Me Part VIII.- Asylum Part IX.- The Deadly Hollows' Screams |.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|Copyrighted in my name, please do not copy or reincarnate any of the following content. |.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.|.~.| Please do NOT COMMENT anything UGLY! It might hurt the people who read this and have problems. Feel free to tell me how you feel about it though. ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ Default II. will be coming out soon, it will be a happy version of Default I. (what you are reading now.) -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- Please comment, vote, read and ENJOY!