February 2012
29 posts
trip-into-darkness:
Will you still hold me when you see what I have done?
Will you still kiss me the same,
When you taste my victim’s blood?
So crimson and red,
I feel it flowing from your lips. (Crimson and red)
My heart is dead and so are you.
January 2012
206 posts
A poem i wrote-it doesn't have a title.
Their screams are whispers,
their presence is the stench of decaying filth,
but still they are our future.
The children of our elders,
It’s the most we could ask for,
the peace we search so hard for
the time we should all be grateful for.
When it is our day,
then we rise from the hell that is this life,
and fall into the earth to the sound of a sol um sonnet.
So my mind will be...
How it gets you when is the middle of the night...
runawaytothesky:
i don’t know i just think it’d be kind of nice to die now
So last night I couldn’t sleep all night then I was so broken and fucked I broke down totally on a bathroom floor then tonight I fall asleep because i am so done in and them 3 hours later bang I’m wide awake again……perfect just fucking perfect- I hate being like this and wish I could help other people who don’t understand just for a short time feel what he’ll it...
