

Deluded?Its dark outside. No longer can the light permeate through to my shallow existence. You know theres something wrong when you feel like the source of life itself has turned its back on you. I'm just a shell. No. That would imply that there is something of me worth protecting, some kind of substance to my being. It would be pretty pointless if I were to describe myself as a shell; what is a shell but for protection? Why have a shield when you use your own blade on the only enemy you've ever known? Yourself. Somewhere inside I know my thoughts are absurd but rationality and I have somehow parted ways in what can onlDeluded?


Blind?Are you blind or do you just choose not to see? History's being rewritten on misery The bird in the cage yearning to be free singing out an unanswered pleaBlind?
Save us from this human business an eternal sacrifice for a fairytale kingdom
send your children to fight for the peace we never knew the peace we'll never know
purity was white as snow now its stained red
blood of the fallen and the soon to be dead
We all want too much but dont give enough away
No one has grown up no one wants to give up
you've thrown your b


Happily ever afterI don't want a knight in shining armour, who says he wants to marry me.Happily ever after
Send your Prince Charming home, I don't want to share his throne.
I'm not some damsel in distress who can't escape from self-inflicted mess.
Fuck your sword the stories bored
Your narcissistic love is not my passion, your chauvanistic fairytale ran out of fashion.
The dragons dead The apple's red I've heard it all It's all been said
The evil mother's six feet under, your might and magic ran out of thunder. Marry a stranger? Don't reduce


misguidedThe nights are cold and the days are grey.misguided
I'm sick of the smalltalk, there's nothing else to say.
My eyes sting and my bones ache. How long is this suffering going to take. I can't stand the lies, my regret and fear. It was always going to be too much to hear.
Just leave already, She's waiting for you... the one you love... the one who's true.
Tainted nights will be no more. I can't just be some little whore. A misguided mistress is what I've become. I don't remember the equation but this is the sum.


Put Down the Steak KnifeThere simply isn’t a more splendid, spectacular, scintillating, sexier thing I can think of than biting into a decaying corpse. Throw some barbecue sauce on it, and maybe, it could be even better. It seems as though nobody is giving it much of a thought. Everyone has been desensitized to what they are doing. A hamburger is just the item you order at the drive-thru. Pepperoni is simply your favorite pizza topping. Bologna is only the middle of your otherwise empty sandwich. None of these items, of course, could have been a friendly, harmless animal, just happily minding their own business in a grassy field somewhere, until WHAM, you killPut Down the Steak Knife


CagedLike an animal, caged Behind cold iron bars He stares, stares at your taunting faces Faces he's seen so many times Grown accustomed to Yet they still make him feel raw, painful Make him beg for decency "A little tact, please?" He's not all that different So take a picture, stop staring Searching for something you'll never find in him Won't find his soul by boaring into his eyes It was gone for a long time Too dark, dimCaged
Couldn't go on Too thin to touch, breaking with each mockery Each one you throw at him Thriving on his sorrow Breaking


Tame Your WordsTame Your WordsTame Your Words
Do you acknowledge your perishable tongue? Where are your trembled thoughts grown? Has nourishment been revoked from them? These splintered observations abound in you What lacks in this time to cripple your speech? Second glanced is your horrid throat Don't provoke another's fears to the surface Is your voice allowed to prune anothers soul? Unwavering is my curious patience, For the return of your pondered truth, Salt your chosen tone and pepper your words, For after your melody, my silence will seat you Let all your resounding discours
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Of course I exist. You just haven't noticed me yet
"Be obscene, baby, and not heard" - Manson
Fuck yeah, I'm a rockstar. Where the hell have you been?
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...98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signa.
The smurfs are groovyness.
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Pick up your paper, and walk off the edge of the world.
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