a girl, a familiar story. |
It was in these four blaringly-white walls where she felt the most at home. This knowledge was not hers but subconsciously. She felt the most comfortable where she could feel the most pain. Being a... Posted by on Wed, 25 Nov 2009 00:11:00 GMT |
Ondine's Curse |
Tell me, do I hurt you? Is it all the pain you'd hope it would be? I'll tell you everything you hate to hear, if only to get you to think of me. I want to be your bed of nails, that thought that tu... Posted by on Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:42:00 GMT |
A Birthday for my Malice |
I am becoming one of those emotional bloggers.This isn't about you.However, I must mark this occasion as the mistake I will learn from. I've been foolishly trailing the thought of a promise. What ... Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 08:49:00 GMT |
Dying Fashion |
I am currently dying in rapid fashion. But at least I am dying in style.Music is pumping through my soundsystem, but it barely reaches past my skin. Thinking is such a workout. And regardless ... Posted by on Tue, 06 Nov 2007 13:37:00 GMT |
POEMS (no new) |
FALL ASLEEP ON THE TRAP DOORHe lay on the stone as the tar filled his toes:"This is the part I love the mostWhen that black tar fills my legs and my thighsand slowly makes its way to my eyes. My heart... Posted by on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 13:52:00 GMT |