I AM NED |
blood spattered lips rendered silentthrough bullets of hatred coughs filed with blood like air ways filled with pictures continuos captured and destroyed, like yourselfsent via electromagnetic signals...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jun 2009 20:13:00 GMT |
death doesnt bother me because when im dead i wont be bothered by death |
my head its fucked
im ALWAYSE sucked
away from here
anxious fear
devours me
her voice will never let me be
for when i try to calm myself
shes alwayse there, for no one else
just in my head, where sh...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 20:27:00 GMT |
have you red |
my head.. like a gumball machine needs,
quaters, silver, no LEAD
im fred
every day i wake
i make, every day my bed
one day ill dig my grave instead
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 20:40:00 GMT |
somthing new |
life, like a vicous venus fly trapwith roots that contaminate your mind with parinoialike a sword the cuts down your spinepoleen thats you inject diluted from a lineand evil seed that isnt made by goy...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 21:34:00 GMT |
what a good day for a daydreaming boy |
blue light when i close my eyes
reminder of sunshine and endless skys
reminder of oceans with beaches full of sand
reminder of when i happy lying next to you , looking in your blue eyes, hand in hand
Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 18:40:00 GMT |
whos blade will it be |
a samuri ina field about to take his last breath
puts his sharpened blade to the center of his chest
stabs his heart with every breath until it comes to rest,
with honor he did die
not by the blade of...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 18:34:00 GMT |
MY FACE |
my face, lose a little
make some space
my wrinkeled sins
they set the case
with detailed perminance
upon my face
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 20:02:00 GMT |
pay the fine |
to be honest rate now,I wouldnt mind dying,
or trying,
to live another life that wasnt mine
lying, climbing a thin line
to the sky
FLYING
Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 18:09:00 GMT |
what the, hey |
my blood could fill rivers, and so the sky
my blood could fill the earth, and all your eyes
it could fill a small emotionless column in the newspaper
the day i die
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:28:00 GMT |
i dont know |
happyness always illuding just an illusion protruding from the faces of smiles, and puppy dog ownerstv stars , and blood donersmy emotions always commutingup and down, without the drugs diluting
Posted by on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 07:38:00 GMT |
