i love darkness….partly as some unspoken punishment….i like to plague myself with…all to many times….the land of perfect does not exist…therefore id rather feel something rather than being numb…even if feeling reality means feelin pain…some times they call me pretty…prettys got to cry…
Author: sabrocks
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to whom it may concern….
the thought of you gone now is a bit to much…..i know that it was so that i could live to the best the abilities that may be possible…but that is a load of shit….its not like its in the best intrest of me anyways……just when i thought that i had a toe on the… Continue reading to whom it may concern….
blind one I
all the terrible things that litter the world is displayed like a drama it is walking around with my eyes closed not wanting to open them sleep walking all fingers before me till one day i put them down maybe this is my destiny to spill from my lids that liquid that dapens the earth… Continue reading blind one I
out of the fridge
mass confusion line the streets in my illusion. theres half and half, ying and yand, black and white, and what a site. do i cross the bridge or take my cold heart from the fridge.
industrial paradise
i lay upon the mats at night and wish upon a satelite and all the sun ive failed to see the bulbs become bright blinding me. chatting to the folks in thier distant green rooms with bread board walls, the gadget began to grow fierce spurt and crawls.
as i was
the general thought of a vampire is a blood sucker. is it so hard to see that we too are alive. we breath as the next. we are as we are. the thought of me bieng seen as just a blood sucking cold hearted dead person is the fault of my life. i am the… Continue reading as i was
a needle for a soul
i gave it away the dark bitter ulser that controlled my emotions has now been lifted i gave it all up the dark shaky nights and the whole guilt trip afterwards
a journal entry
i am swimming in the abyss of my very mind. i am searching for my soul eveen though i know i do not have one. although in my mind we have two, one we keep and one we have the choice to give away. i seem to have lost one. i barely feel i have… Continue reading a journal entry
jinxteen
hit me off a few of them beers while i dismiss my utter tears sad as any other inmate but this inside my head
dismayed and disgust
what is the definition to your favorite drug? a sad low goth on the verge of a sanity check searching for someone out of the darkness ever so clear to communicate with other than my head cause it its self isnt enough to slow down my addiction for the cloud #10 i have been high… Continue reading dismayed and disgust