

we're still suffering....its crystal clear, under the cold black sky. its raining red now, as the guilty lie. its times like these, I hate being alive. while nothing means nothing, and there’s no place to hide. away from, what makes us real. remembering what it is to feel. alone and fearful, cold and dark. greet with insult, and let the knife leave its mark Keep quiet. Now’s not the time to speak up, watching as the smoke clears. its too limiting. Wanting, to be something great. Instead of hiding in these graves. is this where we’ll lay? this nightmare, is what we call life. its an insult to waver, with out delight. keep it far, from the fire.we're still suffering....


winning the game....Don’t slam that door. Why should I bother? Get back here, before I have to, lose my head. Over this again. is it worth it. I don’t think we can fix it. Broken battered in, broken bath tubs. missing kidneys would be a relief. Instead of spending my time, trying to mend a friend ship that died. Don’t you even, try to mention, all the things that went unquestioned. Brought forth with a decision, what is wrong, and what I believe in, just tell me if you’re so perfect, what exactly would you do? You’re such a cut throat, you’re such a liar, what’s so wrong? is this situation dire. Keep it together, don’t lose composure, itswinning the game....


violent deaths are too cliche smoke filled violence, and I'm all done. which way does the gun point? why is the barrel always towards me? stabbed in the spine. with a grin and a smile. isn't that a wonderful way to die? with black tears rolling down my face? couldn't it of been a better way? something glorious, so no one would forget my nameviolent deaths are too cliche
keep the promises, underground. hide them away, no where to be found. no words where spoken. not a sound was muttered. as I hit my head so hard. my life broke like no other.
 
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