a robot with human hair |
your eyes are bleeding and you wait for this world to come down because you know youre wrong (drenched in your blood) (this crimes overdone) (step down and back away) and now you are so ashamed to see...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 00:53:00 GMT |
burning the nictoine armore |
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(and they would follow you home)(until we wind up dead)(checking your pulse)(we'd wait across the street)(under our tree)(outside the front door)(in autumns blind embrace)(but you wo...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 15:38:00 GMT |
the meaning of reality |
the concept of fashion is the one to blame: painting the portrait ofconviction-less existence. well, it must be difficult being sogorgeous. claiming to be the kings and queens but it's all ofnothing. ...
Posted by on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 19:33:00 GMT |
best fucking song ever |
It's taken me 50,000 separate wrecks to get here andI've learned absolutely nothing. As I'm standing here alone,upright and motionless, I'm drowning in her sea.The rising and sinking of every consciou...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 10:38:00 GMT |
man i can relate to this. |
and yet i've been cleansed with the water. a purity no mind can grasp. a purity so cool upon my fingertips. the vision that i've seen: this is the action that spawns from the end. for the longest time...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 18:41:00 GMT |
lose faith in the truth |
I've been trying to rest nerves, leaning east one steady sway to learn; youre never safe with places showing reasons youve been hidden too long. Child you must be tired, weak with weeks of anxious wor...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 09:01:00 GMT |
you're not alone |
That's just like him To wander off in the evergreen park Slowly searching For any sign of the ones he used to love He says hes got nothing left to live for (He says hes got nothing left) And this time...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 15:00:00 GMT |
this song goes out to a couple of people pn my friends list! |
12th and Hyde on a SundayFeeling like we're grownAnd we're nothing short of invincibleIt starts againCan you feel it?It takes your breath awayStop saying that we're invincible(it's round and round)You...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 01:17:00 GMT |
the way i am |
Who am I without this hope? You're holding on, I'm letting go. And so I drift out of control; a tragedy without your hope. (Who am I without thishope?)... Progress is getting away, but I still see it,...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 15:58:00 GMT |
for my friend |
Messages from broken bottles fallBlack sandy beachesInk conveying across the page now run from morning dewHands which chance upon it lead to eyes that strain to readHearts that pound from love long ov...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 22:51:00 GMT |
