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ShipwreckedYesterday I lost my shoe in a corn maze Yesterday I lost you in a corn maze Convinced that all of this was just another phase Convinced that all of this was just one of your bad daysShipwrecked
Will I ever read again? Will I ever write again? And we are, we are, bitter friends. Never again. Does it matter if the cup is half full or empty?
It's diluted anyway. Does it matter if the cup is half full or whatever? It's diluted anyway.
Am I alone here on this island? Shipwrecked.
Can you hear me? How about now?
I don't wanna read anymore. &n


HolesLust is here. It's time to move on from this field we're near. Open and empty holes from the bodies I couldn't bury. The sky is a dark gray. Do you feel the teardrops mistaken as rain?Holes
And when you see me, remind me that I need to breathe. I'm an out.
When everything is soaking wet from all my blood and fucking sweat. You can take a number. Kiss the ground as I plunder.
And when I see you, the victim; you always lose. The one thing that eats at me. I know why I had to leave. I'm an out.
I keep digging these h


AftermathWith no clothes I have exposed myself into the air in which you breathe. Clutching onto your hips our lips touch, promising you'll never leave. Well tell me, Who will give me back all those nights I couldn't sleep? and who will rub my back while I'm face down crying into my sleeve? I spent all my time in your eyes trying to find the positives,Aftermath
while you spent yours finding the right words for fake promises. I've have never trusted someone the way I trusted you,
but now these empty words bounce off your lips like rubber and seal my wounds like puke. I will never see you,
Just


It's Been A WhilePast the point of no return IIt's Been A While
left golden with a swollen sunburn. Learning all the moves too soon, with your scent still haunting my room. The ghost of the past calls me back for another blood bath that bites like a bad acid flashback. Pissing steam couldn't get my thighs clean knowing somewhere my manhood's tucked in between. I've seen you and your friends get together and pretend like me and you hold hands turning blue trying to understand the venom that's stinging my tongue while I sing. Once again, I've tried. I've spent some time in your insides digging out the tar called


Peanut Butter LoveShe... Has never forsaken me,Peanut Butter Love
Not once... Has she let me down,
And too many times, We have heard the sound, Of each other's weep.
This... is for my sister.
This.. is for all the times she's seen me blistered, And seen me torn apart, By my own hand.
This... is for the one who cared.
She. was the peanut butter I.
was the jelly and we...
were always
sandwiched between
on bipolar alcoholic father and a manic depressive mother
And she... alwa


God Still Loves meMy face is uneven unbalanced on one side, when i laugh i cry when you cry, i laugh nose is broken, never really knew how, cleptomaniac psycopathic sexaholicGod Still Loves me
is my only description now, i hate carosels, ex's, and ponys, just cuz every girl wants one, i always wanted what no kid has,
people tell me to be myself, break loose of the beaten path, and i do, or atleast i try cuz its hard when you know their laugh when it rains, it pours when i sleep i snore and no matter how many times i try i cant get away from filth
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15 jugglers
15 jugglers
and 5 believers
and 5 believers
...wait, that was a question, right?
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Rotonamama.
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"Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefois."
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A German Antichrist Jesuit cannibal god!
Chrono Corps Member # 14
what happens when molecules TOUCH again?!
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