For someone who came into my life, made me love them.I will never Forget them |
"I would Rather be Hated for who I am, Then Loved for who I am not"You all stand around like zombies.Walking to the brains that you wish to devour. Your all the same preppy basterds trying...
Posted by Mr.Imperfect. on Mon, 21 May 2007 10:44:00 PST |
A song Called Pain For Fayla |
Ive waited for so long...Ive been alone in my private hell.Ive asked myself what happened to you, While i retreat to my shell.I walk faster and i run now.Looking through every open door.I ask my...
Posted by Mr.Imperfect. on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 10:21:00 PST |
Retribution |
I wait alone in the darkness.Im asking myself If Im okay.I tell you It's my problem.But you tend to make mistakes. You act as If Im no one.Just another Hollow Shell in a bag. You watch...
Posted by Mr.Imperfect. on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 09:38:00 PST |
My life... |
Was this what was meant to be, was this what life had in store alone and lonely stabbing myself with a knife to end the pain, can i contemplate my masochism, can i tell myself why i hate myself ...
Posted by Mr.Imperfect. on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 04:41:00 PST |
My mask |
No one sees through my shroud..this cloud of devestation your not aloud to know...I hide from your view this shroud i put in front of you, you cant see your not allowed to know what im hiding from yo...
Posted by Mr.Imperfect. on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 03:28:00 PST |
My closet... |
I let you live your life without agression i let yu grow up with repossesion i let you die, on the hearth of my chamber door to the room where no one has gone before, youve of skeltons in the closet,...
Posted by Mr.Imperfect. on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 06:47:00 PST |
What am i... |
I lie to myself..Telling myself its okay...Its okay..while i wallow in guilt and i try to shout, its not today its not okay..but all i do is contemplate my suicide, while people tell me my life ...
Posted by Mr.Imperfect. on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 06:11:00 PST |
My mental Suicide |
So i will try to envision, a life without you, cutting into me like an incision, bleeding through these lips that fall to your cold forhead..I try to wake the dead, Watching you as you walk by, lookin...
Posted by Mr.Imperfect. on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 04:29:00 PST |
