merlow |
Wine stained lips, dirty finger tips.. oh you do it so well, I will never tell, your secret is safe with me, Imprisoned in a cell, my own personal hell, My secrets are safe with me. Wine stained lips,...
Posted by Apocalyptic Moon Bat Star Child on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 10:54:00 PST |
YOu knew it all along |
you knew it all a long, I was too different
You knew it all a long, that I could not handle it.
You knew it all along.. I was going to self destruct
You knew it all along my world was fucked.
You...
Posted by Apocalyptic Moon Bat Star Child on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 08:45:00 PST |
I had it all |
and all it did was kill me.
Posted by Apocalyptic Moon Bat Star Child on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 09:49:00 PST |
My represtentives |
Dear Congress, the senate, the "president" of the united states. I find it very telling, humerous, and disgusting, that you chose to inquiry steroids in proffesional sports at a time in our histroy wh...
Posted by Apocalyptic Moon Bat Star Child on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 09:03:00 PST |
The "adult world" |
How fucking stupid is that? The "adult world".
Posted by Apocalyptic Moon Bat Star Child on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 11:54:00 PST |
Everything and Nothing |
A soul is born into a reality it never asked for. Tortured by societies ways and the knowledge that one one day it will be no more.
Posted by Apocalyptic Moon Bat Star Child on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 10:03:00 PST |
End of time |
This pheonix has crashed and burned for the last time, it aint gonna rise again.
I have seen the end of the rope, I've lived on promises and broken hope its tearing at my brain.
Socie...
Posted by Apocalyptic Moon Bat Star Child on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 01:03:00 PST |
Hand on a bottle,a Foot in the grave |
They Define themsleves by the cars the cars they drive, They're fucking assholes
They define themsleves by thier gods that judge, Im just a pagan
They Define themsleves through material wealth,&...
Posted by Apocalyptic Moon Bat Star Child on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 09:11:00 PST |
granny on a cloud |
Human biengs turned into machines. Consumers who fullfull the evil deeds. Plastic. Nonsense. Dead. Hell. Blow up some moteher fucking bombs! After all we got brown skinned people to over run. The whit...
Posted by Apocalyptic Moon Bat Star Child on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 05:36:00 PST |
Smorgasbord |
The pigs were rolled snuggly into their blankets, not with care, but with disconnected efficiency. The odor of incognito fish and Oriental trays of Italian grub waft through the air, as the swin...
Posted by Apocalyptic Moon Bat Star Child on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 12:17:00 PST |
