GothPyre

rising from the ashes

So I took a few steps back and re-examined some parts of my life.  Realized I wasn't the one making the mistakes, but was the one being pushed into things I didn't agree with.  Nothing new.  As always...
Posted by on Wed, 13 May 2009 20:16:00 GMT

Fade Away

Silent pleas for redemption ungiven Faltering steps toward a damned future Weeping wounds from a razor blade love Broken thoughts of a decayed life Dying dreams in a straight jacket Screaming lies of ...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 22:34:00 GMT

more crap

I stand before you broken.  On a ledge that is crumbling.  If I jump I downward spiral, if the ledge crumbles I spiral.  There is no stepping back nor is there an easy out.  I gave...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 20:49:00 GMT

in the abyss

I take a step away from everything I fall into blackness I push people away only to protect myself I stay isolated, emotions needing to be kept in check I'm tired of this run around Tired of being pus...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 18:29:00 GMT

I don't know anymore

I take a step back and look at things, myself mostly.  I don't like what I see.  I can not cope with the things going on around me.  I do the best I can but if I can't be happy with mys...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 23:00:00 GMT

lifes a bitch

I've been having a hard time with a lot of things lately.  Mostly my emotions.  I don't know what I'm feeling and I damn sure can't voice it.  I don't feel the same way about things as ...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Jul 2007 09:47:00 GMT

blacklisted

What do I have to do?  Do I need to scream into the night like a raving lunatic?  Does nothing I say sink in or am I talking to walls now?  I don't know
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 19:04:00 GMT

Run screaming into the night

You say you know me, you don't know shit. No one does.  People making threats to my life, threats to take me from my son.  backstabbers every where I turn, destroying what I have tried so ha...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Jun 2007 09:24:00 GMT

In the eyes Of Death

In the eyes of those around I am whatever they want me to be In the eyes of death I have decayed, filling with maggotts   A big part has been murdered
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jun 2006 09:05:00 GMT