a knife to your thoat for the one threw my heart

MURDER AINT SHIT

Well, im an artist. An Illustrator to be precise, a manipulator of line, an illusionist and a shock treatment to culture. A creative, disruptive mind, with a brush and paint at his finger tip. A social lubricator, a mechanist of structure and an analyst of politics and religion. With hair so dark that it came from a box, hazel eyes and milky white skin to match. Jeans so tight I might as well be being molested, a pink shirt and a black hoodie; kickin up the scene with obseen amounts of free will and power. A tounge that spits wit lyrically, and sightline of pure cuteye. And when Im not these things, Im armed with a six string and a six shooter with enough ammo to take down the ruffest of scandals in the .core. I am the voice upon the window next to where you sleep, a whisper in your ear and a scream heard from two blocks over. Constant like the northern star, the oceans tide and the worlds discust with america a bleeding heart. I am a sholder to lean on, a true weeper of sorrows disallusioned with societys flaws and facade. Dont be faux! Cause faux freinds are no friends, and faux lovers are still faux - so i'll just cut my own damn hair and forget you exisited.
If you want to know more contact me... or leave me a message or whatever. I will return your answers asap.
Thank God for my friends. I dont know where I'd be without them. Love you all for the support you give. Love yahs!

the trouble with the truth is there are no lies

Heaven's not a place that you go when you die
It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive.
she had venomous lips and blood on her fingertips, but a kiss that was simply divine. She whispered out loud, and told all the crowd that I just wished she was mine.
There are no more skeletons
in closets,they're out to sea.
Washed away in ocean tides,
Down with Davey.