08/29/15
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
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…
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up