numb |
numb
The silence overridesI hear your callFalling, fallingFuck I feel so small I breathe in the momentReleasing the tearsForgetting how I got hereForgetting all the fearsI move my head backBangs flopp... Posted by on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 07:18:00 GMT |
innocent dead |
Wat do u c wen u close Ur eyes
Unleash the demons and run 4 Ur lives
Theres blood on ur hands wen ur fallin asleep
U will scream in ur dreams, thats a promise Ill keep
If the knifes in ur hand,... Posted by on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 07:14:00 GMT |
crimson love |
crimson blood drips from my vein, i sit here and think about my pain, you are the first person i think of, its definitely because i love, i love you so much, you have that sacred touch, if i co... Posted by on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 07:12:00 GMT |
Beautifully Broken |
Im sorry mom I know I liedI know u wont read thisor look between the linesmaybe this cut will heal before the painmaybe the next cut is too close to insanebut if you tell me whyif you tell me the trut... Posted by on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 07:10:00 GMT |
all my loves r suicide. all my lovers r razorblades |
The shallowest pool is the easiest to drown in. since no one ever suspects.
And the deeper ones are of little threat. Since they compel a body to swim.
If I dream you, are you still here. Some dust o... Posted by on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 07:02:00 GMT |
poem |
Crimson red
a loney world of crimson reda lonely child with blood to shedher tainted blade against her skingiving in to this tempting sin.her empty life cascading downas blackest tears fall to the gro... Posted by on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 23:31:00 GMT |
poem |
Beautifully BrokenIm sorry mom I know I liedI know u wont read thisor look between the linesmaybe this cut will heal before the painmaybe the next cut is too close to insanebut if you tell me whyif yo... Posted by on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 23:28:00 GMT |
message |
I hope u all like ma poems
wen u'v read them plz tell me wat u think of them
thnx Posted by on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 12:28:00 GMT |
poem |
Sweetest suicide
I would need this gunTo complete my missionI would need this CDSo I can listenA cell phoneTo say good byeKleenexFor my cryinThis is the sweetest suicideA carSo I can driveA pen and pa... Posted by on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 12:27:00 GMT |
poem |
The night she planned for yearsShe will take her filthy lifeNo fight, no sign of struggleJust her bloody wrists and knifeBloody knife in handShell cut through all her thickest vainsWait and bleed unti... Posted by on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 12:24:00 GMT |