| one of the few pieces i actually like |


goodbyethis is it the end, away with the cheering, the glory, the flatout desire to appreciate living monstrosities relishing in our heads....goodbye
those days are dead
and i'm really at a loss for words
this is a recollection
of the days when we couldn't recollect when we wanted too but we never could for every attempt was futile and shunned by the fragile existance of nothing but our shelled, minds that wanted to see us fail
but they failed
and we won
and now my time is done
there is a light under the tunnel, i've seen it and watched it g


achingSilenced by the sound of the screaming lifelessness of the dead I procured their concepts and now they finally understand why I am suffering.aching
Or at least I think they do, nonetheless I am aware of their caring, but do they share the same uncomprehensive, unresponsive, idea that nothingness is breathing, and pulsing, and moving, and living? Listen.
Hear the beat, hear the feet,
share it. Become it.
But don't let it become you.
No, no, that would be bad.
The vortex might open and we'd all fall.
Fall on forever and yet never at the same time.
I hate this
--
pack your things, we'll skip this town;
I'll pick you up when the sun goes down...
[link]
--
pack your things, we'll skip this town;
I'll pick you up when the sun goes down...
--
Hello Pot, meet Kettle.
You don't know how much I appreciate it.
--
Hello Pot, meet Kettle.
--
hello...
i'm a writer
i suck
--
Hello Pot, meet Kettle.
--
"Your face reminds me of something so safe, so harmless. If I was someone paranoid, I'd think you were a serial murderer, but the one who gains your confidence to harvest testicles."-~PaxtonMan
--
Awesome clubs I've joined
~talesofsymphonia
~desian-club
--
hello...
i'm a writer
i suck
--
Everything I love between us will get us through the night
All the things we lost will teach us see the pretty things in life
I know how you feel right now,
losing dreams you've come to care about.
Previous Page12345...Next Page