Get Your Fix Baby

How lost have we become?
How far from the path of truth have we strayed?
Such beauty in front of our very eyes and yet we chose to cloud of vision with mechanical dreams and man made illusions.
Your delusion of enlightenment is no only laughable, yet, opposingly, acts as a depressant, calming my merry moods and hollowing my heavy heart, the beat echos on...

I speak not only of your substance numbing and forgetful nonsense, but of your fairytale fantasies of some such grander character whom you've chosen to love and fear at parallel times out of some so-called Devine scripture, and at no gain but that of hatred and ignorance. 

Although I may not agree with the lifestyles of false counter culture rebels who revel in their muck of a fashionable and slow calling death, which cannot crawl into focus soon enough, nor do I agree with the teachings, preachings, hate speech or wasting of minds that those of belief are inclined to adopt, yet o do my best to remove my worn down soles and dawn their sandals, worn by both sects in their own right, and attempt to understand such a mindset. I am, however, guilty of the same ignorance and hate that they breed and am ashamed to admit that it does smear my judgement in more heated moments, yet I do admit such Crimes none the less, and I eat such bitter shame cold, a deserving fit for such an ugly meal.

We must all do our best to be one, and yet be ourselves, and until the date of such peace, many ages away, we shall all rot in the hell of inequality. 

Breed better minds darlings of the world.



Love. Forever,
<3

Is It Love Or Mere Comfort?

Can this selfishness actually reference love?
Or is it merely lustful acts?
Or the Monetary solace?
True love... 
Oh where doth thou rest?
For I wish to sleep amongst your covers, to warm you in my arms
No plastic prostitution can convert me from my beating hearts path, no longer I suppose...
No such other path will do, not golden pavement, nor crimson mud, as I must hold the hand of my heart and of my love, though the elegance and ownership of such a hand, the identity of such skin, time holds the key to that lock, and I shall accept it  once perfection is in plain view, obvious to my eyes, no aid shall be needed on my endever. I am myself.


Wait, you'll see...
<3

Only

Only

In the depths of sleep is where I feel alive
A death for some, yet a sense of recovery for my restless eyes
Always searching, scanning that endless horizon
A frail hope in my heart keeps my mind at ease, coated In a subtle insanity that is the only true freedom ive ever known
If no second mold was ever cast of personality and profit, for what would our purpose be? 
I see life fit for love, only honest and true however
A love of lies is a love of lying down
Amongst sheets and cloth comfort
Do I sleep to escape or as a means to simply rest?
Do I even rest at all? Or is the merely the darkness and her trickery?
So many questions...
Why must I carry to burden to ask such nonsense, only made sensible by my own blood, a rich, flowing, crimson nectar.
It seems the strangest moments always creep in and out of focus, the most interesting of events to occur acquire my attention like no other
Only you can set yourself free
Only I can be willing to bleed
For what?
For why?
Answers are wishful thinking...
As my eyelids return to that state of heaviness long forgotten In the daylight hours, I lie down, but only in my basic truths and certainties, as faith has no room in my bed
Only sleep can suppress these savage thoughts  and Swirling ideas
but is that what is right?
Only time will tell...


19 years and I still haven't a clue,
<3

I See Your Lies

Misty eyes
A Devils cry
Outward to the masses
An evil of your proportions
Measurement and mind
An attempt to divide the lost minds
Run away from such darkness
Never return to this density
Of brain and of brawn
Power breeds ignorance   
Ignorance breeds hate
Be knowledgeable 
Be free


With love still, 
<3

Bright Shinning Future

Darling the air is lovely here, fresh freedom from your hellish hands. Running away from such pained past mistakes, alone in the green fields I shall dance, I shall take back my living presence. No longer will the memories of an adolescent love, innocent at first, yet after one anniversary of it birth and then some, it fell apart as snow on the mountainside, one minuscule,  audible word can shatter such a strong connection as glass splinters into millions of pointless pieces, although the last fact may or may not be symmetrical to the heart witch we shared, that Is yet to be decided. A bright light has come over my perception, and as it fades... I shall observe my future. 


Open eyes,
<3

Arrogance And Worry

Death shall become her once the time is perfection. She is the poster child for Sensory deprivation. I have but many ideas to spew upon such a senseless slut, I wish to scream on her direction... 

Your mind has not rotted, it's merely been smoked out of your soft skull, it's starving for intelligence, it's gorged upon itself, as youve denied it truth for too long. Yet no longer shall your body go unpunished for your selfish games. Such immaturity breeds fury in the hearts of those that care, though youd never know, nor realized those identities. there is no reason left for your blind eyes to stare, as you have no were left to turn. you're a lot cause cunt on a dead end path. Oh, he'll has no fury like a broken hearted wrath.


Peal your eyes
Watch your back
The end is nearing
It should be of no surprise 



Ready your frail form for the reality shock my so called darling,
<3

Reality View

I have a mind of my own, it Is the warmest of homes. I'm not a sheep, nor wolf, But a Shepard living quietly alone. A house atop the hill, downward a  valley where all mindless sheep shall roam

The dirt beneath my fingernails has settled in stoic silence, the epitome of violence long lost to the length of my living time  

Sickness and guilt has long since taken away any peers eligible of intelligent conversation, lonely stations on the radio, no notes of song but just mere sounds of home

Fictitious tales of others worthy of my breath, I know I bleed the hints of arrogance, but it's all that I have left.

 Left, like the day you left me here, to drown in self pity in the form of tears. Fears, like those we carry, secret from the world, for they are who we truly marry. Marriage with such boastful beasts, we havent choice but to believe that they are who we are and what we can never acend above. 

But we can, oh we can, the wings have been upon our backs from the beginning. A thinning herd of mindless sheep, oh whom will never in their wings.

One Idealists Hopes For The Future

Its quite a shameful fact that many of the living homo sapiens within the atmosphere of this teal sphere confuse the random chance and probability of events and actions with the false spirit of "luck". no such element exists and no amount of hopeful nor wishful thinking can nor will change that truth. a periodic certainty. all we view is the mathematics unfold beyond our eyes. fair tales are not the answer darlings. grow up and put false faith to bed and awaken the skills to move into a greater future. a bright and brilliant day. a day where this planet is not seeping with hatred, dripping from every pore out our skins. a day where differences shall not cause harm nor hell. where the only thing judged is that of a living character, not of dead and done customs that need to be buried with the bones of those who had sewn those discriminatory seeds, the very same ground shall consume their bodies. a fade of this darkness night where we now strain out eyes to see and can barely move amongst the past evils. true and real evils. a shining new day on the horizon. change shall occur. this darkest evening shall soon be illuminated by true enlightenment and not just a mere chemically induced one. we must join together, arm in arm, and march forward, strong and able, into this new love.



these are just ones idealists hopes for the future,
<3

Pale Skinned Huntress

As she awoke from her birth, she entered that savage waste, like a newborn ready for the rotting grave
grown up and through abuse and selfish deeds witch still have not been admitted to this day
i, however, saw beyond the wall which you had so tedious and meticulously built up upon the frown ground beneath your legs
after years of artful passion and sacrifice, your truest form, no longer hidden, set free by illicit ideas and actions
finally allowing me to brake the binding chains from my wrists and ankles. no longer a slave in the bondage of a love of lies
oh how i used to love your sovereign scent, yet now all i can smell is the smoke, goddamned simple minded fool. such light trickery has molded your thoughts into blubbering babble
i have left such a prison and no longer sympathize with you and your heartless lack of remorse
moving up above such lowly and uncivilized customs, neanderthal cunt
i can now breathe the freshest of oxygen and, with a clear head and vision, i can become what i was meant to be.
who knows what such positions those could possibly be, certainly not the man witch vents upon this digital page and in such futuristic stylings
this is the sun rise where i shall to ascend above the clouds of poisonous pollution and take my place among what lies ahead
times, places, people, actions, these are all yet to be decided and shall take the utmost attention and drive. machine like madness.
i am merely thankful to have ridden myself of such a leach as yourself and can finally mutate and morph into a beautiful from of everything in my potential
the clock ticks till the grave...
such years away? or right around every chaotic corner?
i cannot know for certain, as no thinker can
as for now I'm going off the deep end in fashion
I'm going out in potent style
a handsome disarray



thank you for the inspiration to destroy you,
<3

Mental Mirages, Or Somthing Grander?

Do you see shapes in the dark? Shadows and lies among the lack of light. I cannot define whether fact or fiction provide these images. My optical devices are fooled by simple mental fears. Or mental mirage? I cannot judge, as I have no gavel nor robes to speak of. I have simple stiching and a heart of silver bullets arranged ever so to protect from such great horrors, yet be devices and destroyed by the easisest trickery. As is my mind and eyes on such late hours and low rays. Low particles. The lids shall shut and I shall let the rain upon the roof and walls numb my worry and sing me soft melodies to sleep soundly within, wrapped warm and firm. Heart rate slows... I drift into my lovely state of peace. Every second is worshiped.



Night brings out the beasts, both good and evil,

<3

Red Rage

This evening I took your painting down off of my wall. 
Brush strokes of the past, I stand apauled 
I cannot breathe these fumes in
The art too thick to coexist
Who was the selfish one?
Witch one of us...

Blame, deep rooted in shame, there is no colour representing this emotion.
No name can be given
Spines shiver and and shake the houses we live in
Abandoned artwork
Sex, drugs and blood
Red rage referencing ink and page
Nobody should
Nobody should mimic our slavery

He'll heartily awaits us
Our creation in hand 




Fuck.
<3

Somthing More

Music is my drug
I find a high in the sound
Sonic uplifting


Sxe hiku,
<3

Vomit and Filth

Darling please forgive me 
For the actions with no reason are about to transpire
But if your heaviest symptom is drowning
Were both lovers and liars

Oh

Darling darling darling darling darling
Please forgive but never forget
For I refuse to relinquish these memories that rest in my head

Oh

There's no structure, only acupuncture
The placebo effect stands erect among our choices and glass truths that shattered unto the lies from witch they were birthed

Oh

Spewed from our mouth
Vomit and filth
Fucking disgrace and shame
Fucking vomit and filth

Filth!




Drawing from every angle,
<3

A Night So Bright

That whore dawned a crown of thorns, oh she's bleeding from the mind
she must be losing oxygen, for through the smoke, shes lost her sight
blind, she's playing victim, the cowards way of life

dilated pupils, blurry imagery from a beautiful world
she numbs herself from reality, mind melted, she'll never be the same
in her own head, she's fighting, rebelling against-
the ones she was supposed to love, although it never quite made sense
her senses dulled, diluted, her lifetime hollow, spent

problem after problem, pushed deeper into the skull
so-called life of hell, she has herself to sell, under the gaseous spell

she wishes for her palms to be dirtied, the same fashion as her wrists
nailed to the dead wood, crucified, though nothing truly exists

pound the nails unto her open palms
self inflicted pain, her self-compossed sympathy, symphony song.

feel sorry for her, not because she's right,
but because she's embarrassing herself, and everyone in her life
escape was my only option, not to be consumed but such self righteous customs
leave to love another
leave to love another
leave to love another day, another night
a night so bright







doing this, no matter the price

<3

A Story To Say Goodbye...

As his mind wanrderd and worried at the course of the actions to follow that evening, he spiralled even further into the madness of his mind, as he couldnt continue his climb up the steap stairs to his once bright and fruitfull perch upon the top his world. the sweet and shining steel and gears that had cooled his hand as he lent his heat to it now entered is ever falling mind. could this be the story his future neeses and nephews would have to hear, the same story his family would have to live with eating at their mind and hearts for the rest of their beating days? similarly to every day that had passeed since the tragic final event in a series of events that would destroy a normal hearted man. this once gental mans hatred was not always so strong and focused. no... this strength of emotion was once empowerring the feeling of love. but now... now he main focus and only power was of that in his hand, that cold metallic escape. he now new without shadows of doubt or rays of hope where is map would end this evening, what the treasure chest underneath the x contained. as the plans depicted, he slowly but surly, in his mind and in his heart, raised his hands to his head, full of smelted mineral that had been cast into a final solution, his final solution. he caressed his lips with the tip, the beginning of his end, and finally knowing. feeling the length decent past his heath, over the tongue, feeling the and coldest touch he's ever know. tasting the solid out of his burning state. a cool drink of water. following the insertion, he grasped and gripped his hand tightly around the other end of his tool. after a second of searching, he found the sweet spot to start the ending process. everything is moving fast, extreme pace, the light slowly fading. he mustarded every ounce of courage and sweat and strength he could find in he tired body and bones and with every muscle engulfing his skeleton, he pulled... no, he squeezed his momentary best friend with all the heart of the world and with an explosion of lead and pain he was released as his form fell to the floor. he closed his eyes for the final time, slowly and sure, as he leaked out upon the ground, staining the temporary carpet grave. motionless. painless, for the first time in longer than any memory. any memory, that is, except for one. and that memory, remorseful and hopeful, knocked upon his door, waiting for an answer that would never arrive. such is life.






death, sexualized,
<3

Blackest Maiden

Blackest maiden
temptress and seduction

all she needs is one drop of your sweet crimson nectar
before she has your scent, so sick and unpure
after first contact she'll recede into the darkness
she'll wait till the perfect second to unleash her personal brand of horror

once you're under her hazy and smokey spell, escape is a distant option
for there is no exit from this hell, rotting your heart from the inner most core
death and your last breath is the only thought upon your brainwashed mind
once you've filthied your mind with the truth, you see what the blackest maiden has truly done to you
to your mind
to your heart

dead inside, dead alive, end this heartache or end this life
destroy the wench
destroy the deceiver
bleed her out
i want the blood of the blackest maiden
i need her head upon my mantel
a fire burning bright and a true and real love wrapped in my arms
happiness in my heart, beating heavy and proud
death to all black maidens
hell to the blackest






dedicated to that back stabbing bitch,

<3

Selfishness?

Your calloused hands and your burnt tongue do little to comfort me in these dark ages,
an era of grown and learning, yes, but also of brash realizations and potentially harmful experimentation. i think of you often and in heavy, burdening thoughts. these ideas at a constant frantic rush to find the next aimless braincell to overturn and take complete control of. such is a very similar manner in witch the nicotine and cannabis loves control your every move. giving pleasure to get pleasure, are we darling? that is how the rumor goes at the very least. disgusting. utterly repulsive. the fine line between fun & fondness and obtuse abuses is crossed with little concern for your health and safely and absolutely no concern for the feelings and well being of those who are closest to you in your heart. and i selfish? and i asking too much? can love drive these actions or is this merely the cry of a desperate man wanting to feel young again? like he had in those years past, now long lost to the tides of time.

every day i sit and try to believe our love is still real, exsisting and true, just merely misplaced amongst our other emotions, yet with each passing second it grows harder to see that as reality and not mythical fantasies created simply as a false ray of hope by a beaten and broken old heart. worn and torn from the tides and the storm...

only time will tell if our rivers shall intertwine again.

smoke and covers the edge and love blinds whats left. we must use our truest senses to feel, to smell, to see, to hear, to taste our future.

is it palpable still? or a bitter brew of lies and truth?

i am uncertain we will ever know for certain...




moving forward, but not truly onward yet,

<3

Playing Victim

everybody wants to play the victim
they want the front and center, staring role
a stage unto themselves, to extravagantly express their hatred for the world
broken, shattered into pieces, badly enough to form a whole

yet when the perfect opportunity for a beautiful transformation arises from the ash of their failures and false claims, they toss it aside, they throw it away, too green with envy and greedy for attention to leave the limelight

they harm themselves, physically and not, trying to hold on to the simplistic spot that they've got, they crave the pity, they adore the spotlight, they cannot see through and and a blinded in their eyes and in their mind...

when will they grow and mature and learn?




positivity is grounds for growth and prosperity,

<3

Violent Lust

today the world lost lovers
the fault and guilt rooted deeply in you
for we could have gone against the status quo
but your pride couldn't handle the damage that our love would put it through

could we even call it our love?
maybe in years long gone, but by the end of the worn out and sad, sad song,
its obvious it was me trying far too hard to revive this dying beast
now nothing more than a feast for the vultures...

why must we keep tour touring ourselves
willingly putting ourselves through hellish pain
no regards for love in its truest form
just violent lust...




does this story have an ending?

<3

Pushing Through, We Surviving Few

your words hang heavy in my heart like an albotross pulling down upon my neck with the force of a thousand rotting corpses, rung with guilt and old recourses. my eyes melting from the pain, no,i shall never see again, nor would i want to suffer through such an ugly view, all the hell you put me through produced the fire that has forever damedged my optical orbs, nineteen years and mere whores are what have dragged my down, throught this muk and filth, taken against my will, now i havent anything but hatred for the aformentioned, i am ashamed that i was fooled by your effervescent lies, so beautiful and bright, nothing quite like it... but i shall push upward through the grass and the soil, the bones and the roots, a constant vertical climb, oh your plans i shall foil. youll never claim me, not fully, not today, for today represents the beggining of the price youve to pay, a price set in stone, chiseled with the bones from the latest fucking victim to call you their house and their home. upon entrance they are doomed, forever to stare upon the clock, never a tick nor a tock, the world locked and they are eternally a prisoner, no bars, merely the mind inside their thick, oblivious skulls... no, not now, nor ever in time, shall i ever call you mine, shall you ever call me yours. i am moving up, i am moving on, a new day, a new dawn.



darling, I'm trying to die without you by my side in my mind,

<3

Hurting For A Cure

You've got six sick slits on your dirty baby wrists, infection imperfections, scared, forever to exist. Engrained upon my memory, enraged negative energy, your weakness shines through the cuts for you from me. Or so you'd like to think, that's how you justify this sick, this stench to yourself, in this hell.

You're bleeding out into your palms, your hands turned up, upon the dawn, you'll be down under six feet of ground...

A foot for every cut
Shovelfuls of shame
The fate of every slut
A scar for every name

...yet you've still ceased to breathe, although you ceased to be... To be whom I loved, fell head over heels to hell for... She has perished... I wish you'd follow suit




Working on forgiving, but never EVER forgetting,

<3

My Little Patch Of Darkness

I see a little patch of darkness. In the corner Waiting patiently for me. Waiting to hold my head under water, And watch me struggle to breath . My veins collapse in fits of epilepsy, a seizure for oxygen Heath. Then right before my last sight of light leaves, before my heart and mind cease to be, the darkness quickly, quietly crawls away, back unto it's corner, with the purest form of stealth...


Dark hearts keep this hate alive,

<3

Fighting The Omnipotent Big Brother (Part One)

Singe the prints from tips of these digits, I am finally a name, not a number, awoken from this slumber, hypnotized from all the lies force fed to me, disguised as necessary nutrients.

Oh this can't be it, have we truly fallen victim to such laughable bullshit. 19 years and I have finally lifted the veil, I've burned the wool from my eyes and with clear vision, I can see through all your lies and your tries to deceive me, deceive we, the greater lives that you bend and crush to kneel upon dirt. Rise up, for  we are a new breed, a new generation, we don't need your weakness, your disease, we won't rest until you've past, you deceased. Decrease and abolish this form of brainwash, for our minds are clean as they can be.

We shall stand up and fight.
We won't die lying down.





Fin, for now,

<3

Journey Through The Darkness

Soaring on the back of a raven
Referencing abandoned ships still lost at sea
Transporting precious cargo,
carying the ashes of bridges long burned
Across the waves that not even the bravest of sailors dare temp
High above in altitudes, wherein mere mortal men would perish
A journey for me and myself alone
And when the fog and smoke become too thick to breathe
I shall hit hardest land and forge on forward on foot
The darkness encasing my form like a tomb, my demise surly soon
Pushing further into the heaviest blackness you cannot see
While faint hopeful rays of light peak through
Merely teasing my optical orbs, my emotionally wreteched mind
As I force myself even steadily further into the unknown,
I wonder what the true and final out come will be...
No one can help
This is my journey alone
The path I must travel until I reach a final peace
The distance unknown, but there is no option
It must be done





Keeping myself busy until that day comes,

<3

Your Imaginary Reality

You make such bold, new promises, you state from time to time
acting as if youll truly change your immature, blurred state of mind
these false productions follow rhythm of a roller coaster life
as the steel tracks shatter as glass, swerving between love and strife
between wonder and misery
im slowly losing grasp on my sanity
all this vainty, simply meant to stroke your own ego
humanity, we'll always be the liars, where ever we go

these rash decisions, hardly hidden, made in the break of the day
but by the end, darkest night falls, your nerve has faded away
no longer can you feel that strength, found solely in the moment
you let it slip straight through your grip as if the if infinite cosmos own it

your stary eyes bleed tearful lies
looking upon the history that we all despise
such woe and such pity, and from such a depression will rise

theres no escaping, oh no,
theres no escaping, at least not on your own

take the hand that reaches out for you
not of divine reprise, but of reality, solid and true

stone and earth
fluids and flame
space, time, lyric, rhyme,
art, love, song, feelings,
suffer the greatest emotions
you only have them once.

make.
this.
matter.








<3

Fading Questions

Trace the scars that line your body with a skeletal finger, void of all it's former glow and  grace, now the embodiment of a lustful and selfish life. Disgusting.... How far have you fallen you pitiful concubine? When will it be enough? Will it ever be enough? So many unanswered questions... Never to be fulfilled, just as your life will remain. The darkest and most difficult of goodbyes...

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The Way The Wind Blows

I touch myself, and for a moment i miss you darling
then it fades the lust away, and its oh so appalling
why must you drag us along with this impatient stalling?
its time, accept your new role as whore to counter culture

falacio for the quick fix
youve got a man at home
why has is come to this?

our love had died long ago, nothing could save us from this storm
the role you practice ever day;
you use true life as but a stage,
a constant anti social norm

and as the pendulum swings, like the air we breathe, you put his pride inside of yours, you sink your knife inside of me...
back and forth and back and forth
in and out and in and out
back and forth and back and forth
in and out and in and out

your future is bleak and it wreaks of potential and beauty now lost
the woman that i had once loved, now she is covered in the cost-
of this life she chose, this life she just couldnt step away from
oh, she chose her crutches over the sum, of her and i, her and i as one
so whole, so complete
now nothing but dead, autumn leaves, flowing in the wind
on and on and on and on...

this excommunication, this blatant separation, our final end...

and this time i mean it you fucking cunt...

Resting In Peices, Glued To Form A New Whole

A dedication to a fallen lover
she passed a mere few years ago, yet her love still haunts me
some people claim to see her around, one young man even claims to have coupled with such a female form.
i dont buy it
there is not enough worthless money in the world to bring her back from death
i was there they very day she was buried, tears flowed as wine flows, as rivers flow
such a beautiful darling, lost in to the smoke and ashes
a verde fog of dissonance and fear
the product of a non-existent home and a maternal hatred
she used these hindrances to adopt her crutches
such elegance and talent...
wasted, in every sense of the word
she was burned in her own flame
her own faults
never seeking help, nor any attempt to free herself from such a personal hell
simply letting the flames engulf her...
now coals and ember
her heart, her mind, her body, all dead
all lost to the darkness of death and decay
i miss her dearly...
but i must push forward!
move ahead and travel to a new love, a truer love
such shame we all must feel at moments such as these...
rest in peace my former darling
for we all must do so...






never truly finished, i shall return to this matter soon.. sooner than i would have hoped... why must i return at all?


<3

The First Real Test: A Creative Writing Prompt (College Level Shit)

The Prompt is as follows:

Rules: Write one paragraph, maximum of three sentences, using these 13 punctuation marks: apostrophe, brackets, colon, comma, dash, ellipsis, exclamation point, hyphen, parentheses, period, question mark, quotation mark, and semicolon. You may use a punctuation mark more than once.


lets do this!




At first, my response was a constant question (from one-one million times daily): "why?". yet slowly i've realized that the signs were there all along, gawking at my emotions; such well-known agony i felt for ages it seemed like(common feelings for such a confused [and damned] mind), as the days turned into weeks... those weeks slowly fading into months. looking back and thinking to myself on these years of cursed events, i can only grasp to one phrase, and one phrase alone, "i should have known"!







this was fun and enjoyable and i feel that its helped me improve. expect more prompt type things in the future my dears and darlings.


Always shooting to improve

<3

Dead Lovers Watlz

a crescendo of emotions spread across my face
as I realize that youre here to stay (at least I thought so)
my heart a flutter, and my palms begin to sweat
the fear is ending dear and no longer shall i fret

I miss you too love, youre nearly repeating me
back in my arms again, I cant feel you deceiving me
reunited Lovers, thick as thieves
oh darling please tell me if these feelings ever, ever, ever leave (or were ever here)
don’t disappear my sweetheart

Just as I dreamt it, a lucid fantasy
Our hearts combine and it no longer you and me, its us honey
Our love is buzzing like a bee
Our love is budding like a flower in the brightest sunlight
can this be?

Suddenly darkness, as this dream fades to a nightmare
And In clouds of smoke, I soon realize that you are truly not there
No hand to hold, your figure foreign to my touch
It wasnt love darling, it was purely lust

Just merely pleasure; oh that’s what we were looking for
Injust! Lets measure the road you took to be this whore
This filth, the dirt, trodden path leads you to a house
Although youll stay here for eternity, this true fear
this house is not a home my dear
This is so much worse than any pain that hell could bring

Goodbye
My false pride, my prized possession of absolute zero value
ice and plastic shine, Frozen and blue
You may destroy yourself now, for I am done with you
yes, I am done with you
Forever
For good
were through.

Glass Doors, Sunshine Lies And A Hint For Future Emotions

the morning shinned so bright, as if today could be the right
momentary bliss im looking for
but as the time passed so did out love, we didnt even see it get up to leave
or walk by, it wasnt dismissed
when we kissed and our lips met
your heart didnt meet mine
you felt no feelings
no encounter with emotions
you help no sympathy in your hands that night...


possible chorus? im unsure. im reaching far into past events for these references. many new and old posts to arrive shortly, wait patiently my loves.



making it, even for myself,

<3