Poll: Now, the winner of the sexiest tiebreaker ever is...
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3 30%
Voters: 10.
#1
So, the last 1 on 1 ended in a deadlock so here we are. 4 points are up for grabs.

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I Have Kissed Bayonets

There is something incredibly appealing about cigarettes. I can't really explain it, but whenever I see someone leave a restaurant to take a smoke, I feel like they're superior to me. Anyone that can use a product that has a huge label warning that said product causes lung cancer (subsequently leading to death) and still uses it has balls. I mean, he's a badass. There's a social aspect to it, as well. You see, I don't smoke, I'd never think about smoking, but even I know the rule: If you have a lighter, and are letting someone bum a smoke off of you, you light theirs first. However, if you're using a match, you light yours first, because there's a ton of sulfur and shit off that match, and you inhale it rather than them. It's almost romantic. I'd light a match and light mine first. At first she might think I'm rude, but I'd explain it to her, and she'd thank me for being so thoughtful. And we would both die on the same deathbed, making love like cigarettes. And I take one final drag, and extinguish myself in a brunette ashtray.



The Deaf, The Blind, And The Fallen

Only a fool’s love ends in hardship
So quickly swayed to knife grasping throat,
from what was formerly lip locking lip.

Need I say that death is no release?
A lost love is just as forsaken,
whether breaths are taken,
or choose to cease.

Of course these words cannot be heard,
at least not by the harlequin’s ears.
The once esteemed creator of absurd,
now masking the shedding of tears.
(The visions become blurred)

Too deep within the alluring tragedy,
to trace the steps taken.
Unable to hear the cries of the banshee,
Commanding you to flee.
Devotion proven most mistaken,
yet you still fail to see.

Clarity is coming soon.
As you finally remove the mask,
find yourself born anew.
No questions now to be asked,
awaken here and see the true,
to finish this consuming task.
(It could not continue)

Oh how time does stand still,
when dreams are shattered.
And how the blood does spill,
when the fables are tattered.
Now your hands lay here lifeless,
at this fabrication’s success.
The fool’s fate of stepping away from the screen,
ultimately proven certain.

…Scene,
and curtain.
#4
Iiiiiiiiiiii'mmmmmmmmmmmmm Sssstttuuuuuuuccccckk Iiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnn Baaaayyyywwwwaaattttttccchhhhh Moddddeee!!!!

Hhheeeelllpppp Meeeeee!!!
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.
Last edited by The Hurt Within at Jan 31, 2007,