Th3 BeGiNiNg, NoT tHe 3nD. |
I stopped talking long ago,because it made no difference.I stopped talking long ago,because no body listened.Everybody judged mebecause of the things iv'e said,they didn't stop to listenfor the begini...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Oct 2009 22:27:00 GMT |
CrY iCe... |
Tears are so cold,they freeze to my face.Tears of a sinner.Tears of a discrace.Falling from Jesus,losing my faith.Trying to regain it,.losing my place.Clawing at the walls,trying to get a grip...tryin...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Oct 2009 12:52:00 GMT |
cAnT sToP tH3 mOiStUr3 FroM mY eYeS... |
im so sick,inside insideand my gore is rotting away...smelling, pussing and turning badand rancid to this day.cut my skini bleed i bleedthe blood thickens no more...instead comes out, thin and blackof...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Oct 2009 10:30:00 GMT |
jUsT LeAv3 iT tHeRe... |
There's a razor blade on the floor,and i dropped it there.Feeling the wind of my breath touchwhat's now naked and bare.My open wound is bleeding,and it is crusting where...i opened myself to breathe,a...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Oct 2009 16:17:00 GMT |
