10/15/15
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away