I will tell you a story that's never been told, I will tell you a secret five lifetimes old, my life has been a prison, a labyrinth built beneath the mountain of tragedy, I'm a stain on the cloth, I'm just an after-thought, but I would die for this. but through the veins of decay I'll remain to betray, to live like Caesar, to die like Jesus, to build my own religion, no gods, no laws, to celebrate pain, forsaken and ashamed, to watch them all crawl beneath us, on this bed of nails and regret, dying of fevers, betrayal and sweat I cry. my pain, my misery has been formulated into an equation in nein, my sanity wrote a suicide note, one of us is illiterate, and the other is blind, my first act of treason was picking up a pen, my first act of love was finding myself again, the hardest thing to do was standing up to you, now I'm off my knees, now you're begging me please, I'm the wound and the weapon the fracture and the fist. My organs are rotting, my enemies are plotting, I am made of pages, paragraphs and inspirations, paper buy, burn the world I pass the flame to you Myspace Layouts
Myspace Graphics
Myspace Backgrounds
Myspace Comments
Myspace Codes
Myspace Layouts
Myspace Graphics
Myspace Backgrounds
Myspace Comments
Myspace Codes
Myspace Layouts
Myspace Codes
Myspace Generators
Myspace Backgrounds
