of me |
Here I am can you see.
The person that they say is me.
Who am I, can you see?
For I am blind to what they see.
One heart that is broken from,
The things they say.
For what they think they see any way....
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 23:06:00 GMT |
a real cunny funt |
i would like to show you a letter i got from some dick head in my mail off myspace the subject was loser.
r u a goth or something?...if u r then ur dumb...y r ppl like that?...is it to draw attetion 2...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 20:13:00 GMT |
still alive just |
hi everyone,
i am still floating around in my bubble, i have been very sick, very sic...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 23:54:00 GMT |
checkin in |
Hello to all my friends,
...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 22:20:00 GMT |
hi to all |
All alone pale and white
On this lonely darkened night
My heart is black and full of pain
All I've done ,so much shame
To fix to see and to touch
When we know its been to much
Good bye to all cant yo...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 00:33:00 GMT |
yes another poem |
Eternity
On this dark and gothic night
Where the moon shines bright and white
A lust for blood and all despair
I smell my victim in the air
Skin so white and warm to touch
I bite her on...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Dec 2006 20:02:00 GMT |
hello my sweets |
Do I scare you wearing black?
I must 'cause you keep on looking back.
A look oh no it's like a stare
To look at you with just one glare
Quick walk faster I hear you say
You're not my kinda pe...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 22:38:00 GMT |
death |
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Death
Tomorrow is the darkest day
When all the weirdoes like to play
The fields of dreams are full of shit
Where all the...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 23:12:00 GMT |
poem again |
I can't go on
I see the end the end is near
And now I can feel the fear
The fear of death and of life
As I grab for the kitchen knife
One last tear one last breath
And now it's come the dark of...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 20:35:00 GMT |
just for you |
Blood Lust
As the blood runs down my chin
It leaves a mark upon my skin
A feeling of I know I must
To fill the need of blood lust
An eternity of living hell
Never hearing wedding bells
A life alone ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 21:47:00 GMT |
