The Puppeteer |
I'm watching this crack growMore and more it starts to showSpider webs appear spreadingLooking around my heart dreadingRivers flowing inside my headBecause I know I'm already deadDown below, jagged te...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Dec 2009 02:46:00 GMT |
gah |
I'm having these severe upsets right now. Yesterday I spent three hours in solitude crying my eyes out before my body became numb. I've never had that happen before. I had to ask Johnny if I was even ...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Oct 2009 12:51:00 GMT |
Future |
Into the future we march with heads held high. What lies await, is surely fate. As the ambush consumes, and lives are lost. Blood pours, and enemies perish, our small outfit can no longer carry. Weakl...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Aug 2009 13:53:00 GMT |
Another Rant |
So, here I go ranting again. You know, today I hear at this house is, bitch bitch bitch. You don't eat what I cook blah blah blah... well learn to fucking cook.... I've cooked before, good food, and y...
Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 14:32:00 GMT |
People |
You know, everyday I interact with people at work, home, store etc, and i wonder why these people have such a wide range of attitude. What possess people to say what they do, to do the things they do....
Posted by on Mon, 06 Apr 2009 12:47:00 GMT |
Time |
These letters he stares, so brittle and oldIn the attic, he shivers with coldReading of memories of long since pastEagerly yearning for the lastA noise, a bang, and then a yellSo sudden announced he...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Jan 2009 16:28:00 GMT |
Deep |
Deep into her eyes, will you stare?Into her soul, so deep in dispare? While her mind floats to an imaginary place,All you'll ever see is a painful face.Haunted by the memories of pastHer blood w...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Oct 2008 13:13:00 GMT |
hating myself |
I hate the way I am,I hate the way I look, the way I feel. I just hate myself in all. I don't know why something so stupid effects me so much. Why it hurts so damn much, even though it was said about ...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Aug 2008 01:47:00 GMT |
Dreams |
He sees with young eyesA filthy world full of liesHe dreams of a landWhere the sun meets sandAnd the sky melts into the seaA wonderful place with out a feeAt dusk, a paintbrush flowPale bright colors ...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 01:46:00 GMT |
Dreams |
He sees with young eyesA filthy world full of liesHe dreams of a landWhere the sun meets sandAnd the sky melts into the seaA wonderful place with out a feeAt dusk, a paintbrush flowPale bright colors ...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 01:46:00 GMT |
