May 2011
58 posts
Dan: I had a dream about this place. Herb: Oh, boy. Dan: See what I mean? Herb: Okay, so you had a dream about this place. Tell me. Dan: Well, it’s the second one I’ve had, but they’re both the same. They start out that I’m in here, but it’s not day or night. It’s kind of half-night, you know? But it looks just like this, except for the light. And [shaking his...
i gave you all the high skies but you gave me...
you decide my future, you eclipse my system, you take away my breath in the summer rain.
collapsing my feelings into a crescendo of winter weather
distant memoires fleeting towards darkness and disdain, i crumble with happiness.
you’ve got the blood on your hands, i know it’s my own. you came at me in the middle of the night to show me my soul. of all the people, i hoped it’d be you. to come and free me, take me away, to show me my home. where I was born, where I belong. you’ve got the blood on your hands, i want you to know. i hoped that you’d come and take me away, back to my home. of all...
the depths of hell shall warm your soul.
we will lie down in the precious paradise designed only for us, caress this contenetious contentedness, you behold coral colours within your piercing eyes, one glance, one death, seductive spirits slither, surrendering in your distance presence.
oh dare we put our tongues to the flames?
burning.
the lateness is grinding on my consciousness, the liberties taken are for nothing but to fall asleep, shadows lurking deep beneath.
holding on to what you can’t see, could be dead, could be dancing at my feet, falling away from you, i plunge into a sea of defeat
gently walking from this dream, timidly under your thumb, as it presses further down, i do not know how to speak, this is the...
ink begins to blot my eyes are bloodshot dancing things they wish they had not but we both stop…
sigh..
unwashed, unstyled, unshaved, unpretty, time to go...
THIS IS OUR DECISION, TO LIVE FAST AND DIE YOUNG
give up your life, you might aswell, there is no going back after what you did to me tonight, i can never forgive, never forgetting what you did to me in my universe, in my reality, i fall down and you fall away from me, disppearing eyes, limitless darkness, haunting towers, making sure i don’t waste your money on to many animals, without you i’m uncomfortable, breaking my heart, most...
backfire
fountains of hurt cascading through my mind, cigarette burns opening up my skin, delusions creeping up on me every second of the day
why do we wake up with diffrerent thoughts of who we are? my soul is telling me i’m someone else each waking moment
im tired, stressed and ready to die.
me and the dragon can chase all the pain away.
i’m unclean, a libertine and every time you vent your spleen, i seem to lose the power of speech, your slipping slowly from my reach. you grow me like an evergreen, you never see the lonely me at all
and you seek pain like it is pleasure like a work of art when I’m your painting, i’m your treasure purest of them all and call it love or call it murder kill me quietly close the door and take it further
Anonymous asked: where are you from?
Feeling screwed up at a screwed up time in a screwed up place does not necessarily make you screwed up…
Now I’m depressed. Now I feel like killing myself, but luckly I’m too depressed to bother.
They think you’re moody, make ‘em think you’re crazy. Make ‘em think you might snap. They say you got attitude, you show ‘em some real attitude.
who cares?...that's my motto.
people don’t listen and sometimes people listen, this is what makes everything so fucked up.
They say I’m disturbed. Well, of course I’m disturbed. I mean, we’re all disturbed. And if we’re not, why not? Doesn’t this blend of blindness and blandness want to make you do something crazy? Then why not do something crazy? It makes a helluva lot more sense than blowing your fucking brains out.
You hear about some kid who did something stupid, something desperate; what possessed him? How could he do such a terrible thing? Well, it’s really quite simple, actually. Consider the life of a teenager - you have parents, teachers telling you what to do, you have movies, magazines and TV telling you what to do, but you know what you have to do. Your job, your purpose is to get accepted,...
