The Heartless |
Deep inside my dreams I see a memory
Walls are crumbling my vision's blurring
Eyes in bandages now I am blinded
Truth is in the heart, and there's no truth for the wicked
Wicker caskets lined in a...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Nov 2005 15:30:00 GMT |
A bit more about me - |
1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at? My complection. Then what color my eyes are that day.
2. How much cash do you have on you? Currently, 6$ (i have more...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Nov 2005 15:00:00 GMT |
This is a metaphor |
Blue light filled the glass elevator as it scaled up the side of the night skyline. Shooting up like a rocket with a payload of nothing short than pure human emotion.
"Do you remember that time..." ...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Nov 2005 04:30:00 GMT |
The second time i've ever really considered it. |
And this time.
Im trying so hard to fight.
Im trying so hard to not become apathetic.
I love this world so much..
I dont want to let go.
If you can..
Please help me...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Nov 2005 04:30:00 GMT |
Still |
Im still not over this.
Listening to those music notes still hurts
Like the dissonence is tearing my flesh from bone
Like the resonence will echo in my chest forever
An empty cavity.
It still b...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Sep 2005 02:09:00 GMT |
Hurt |
Am I hurt?
of course.
How could I not be?
What, did you watch your watch
Hear the ticks ticking?
Waiting, on the plane
To get off.
To get off?
Over what?
Over me?
Ha.
Clever. Oh, so very ...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Sep 2005 07:59:00 GMT |
Turn Ons... |
GUYS DO THIS ONE: Turned ON or OFF when a girl:
dresses like a slut: on
dresses like a grandma:on
dresses like a prep: off
dresses in all black: on
doesn't care what she wears: .....dep...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Sep 2005 09:14:00 GMT |
A clever conspiracy |
The thieves conspired in the back
They planned and plotted their deadly attack
A veangance pin, an eye for an eye
A lesson learned, a seperate way
They taught their victems what they could
They...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Aug 2005 12:20:00 GMT |
Tell me it's not true. |
Tell me this is a dream Tell me this is fleeting Tell me this isnt real Tell me.. fuck it, tell me the truth Tell me about my broken heart Tell me how the blood has stained my sense of pride Tell me ...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Aug 2005 06:06:00 GMT |
