

trinketwe stare each other down I look at you and frown because my chances of survival are none you say it's over--that I'm done staring down the barrel of death you can pretty much figure the rest she moved only an inch saying it was a cinch and a warm hole bellowed into my brain blood oozed out as I felt the pain and then it was over--just like that pretty simple now, as I sit back my brain, blood, guts and all were smear-painted on the wall she laughed hysterically and then ran out the door screaming-blood murder! bloody murder!-lifeless on the floor!trinket


WORTHLESS MEANINGstuck again in the past I knew that this could never last is there something wrong with me that won't let me be happyWORTHLESS MEANING
I don't know what you seek but I know that I am weak so go ahead you know you want me dead what are you waiting for? kick me out and slam the door
I don't care what you do you're annoying me too everything you do hurts my brain no wonder I've gone insane
I don't know what you seek but I know that I am weak you know my want you dead what are you waiting for? kick me out and slam the door


ita corrupt mind sits idle in the corner thoughts free to come and go a wickedness tainting every ponder darkening the dim light sinful dreams so tempting reveal a weak will a desire so great no stubborn fool could turn away and the roots of these evils incapable of being extirpated are invulnerable to death contracted by those who come in contact with it. though not deadly is more addictive than any drug consumed by humans in the past and present it consumes the future there is no end and no beginning it just existsit


realityfalling in love doesn't hurt it's where you land that does on a bed of love or into a hell of hate perhaps neither, just a friend which can hurt the most maybe falling in love does hurt more than many may think when your hopes are set high and reality doesn't check in then, all of a sudden it slaps you square in the face and you're left there standing, wondering what hit you curious as to what happened waiting in the rain for your ride to come and there's nothing except for the hollow pounding or the lonely rain whoevereality
Anyway. Like I said, I like what you have on here so far, keep it up. :3
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"I have great faith in fools; my friends call it self-confidence." --Edgar Allan Poe
"Some stories are true that never happened." --Elie Wiesel
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