Why don’t you cry when you’ve seen what I see Why aren’t you deaf? You just heard me sing Your voice doesn’t break when you speak my name You touched me, but you’re not dead. It’s just one big fucking mystery to me. You’re all the same. Just like me. But we’re all different. Just… Continue reading Laugh out loud
I was asked the other day, “What is gothic? What do goths actually do?”. It’s not the first time I’ve been asked this, but it was the first time I actually decided to think about it. Being a goth obviously means different things to different people, as would any other sub-culture. I percieve being gothic… Continue reading Gothic?
The theory is all creation is born from destruction. I believe this is false. There is no creation or destruction. Only change. What do you think?
I notice how people spend their lives searching for the answer to the mystery of life. Have they not just destroyed the so called “mystery” by wasting it on a search for something that was never there. Now for the 6 o’clock news. Our main story tonight: There is no mystery behind life. It is… Continue reading 300624 011941 >
Call me different Call me a freak. I will thank you for it. In a world where we are rape the needy and destroy the innocent, who would want to be called normal anyway.
Blades on skin devouring thoughts on steel Thoughts of death turn to actions of hate
Feelings of pain inside my head. They turn my thoughts to suicide again. Thought I was free from this fucked up way. Thought wrong. Need an escape.