(poetic) “I believe them bones are me Some say we’re born into the grave” Flooring my car, I down another shot of whiskey, So what if there’s nothing left of me to save? “I feel so alone, gonna end up a Big ole pile a them bones” Smiling at thoughts of my dead memory, I… Continue reading Shotgun Man
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kill or be killed
All my life it always kill or be killed but the true is that if you do kill then you are still in the same place but a diffrent person and for those pf you who want to be a diffrent person then be my guest and shot awaybut stop and think from time to… Continue reading kill or be killed
For What I Am
I am on fire like flames that float the rays of the sun caressing they reflect with golden brilliance
Black
Black hole in my heart Where the darkness leaks out Filling my soul, my world Tearing it apart I stand alone in this crowd Time for me is frozen I watch others bustle before me Their pointless lives passing by I reach out To their chaotic symphony of life No one ever holds out a… Continue reading Black
Deaths Deception
I stare despratly into the night sky searching and hoping for just one reason why you had to die i grasp for the moment thats always to far ahead that you will be here istead of dead i cry as i lie awake in bed thrying to breathe air that will never be there my… Continue reading Deaths Deception
Erase The Memory
Forsaken with deaths deed I wilt the seasons as if I were a snake shading my skin. The Blood once used to save me, Has been spoild by the cruelity brought by the burial of the King. You once sought to save me, but now you have betrayed me I can’t not forget nor can… Continue reading Erase The Memory
The Insignificant
My life has come to an end And I’ve come up the loser, once again Darkness seems to surround me Coming in quick to drown me
Redemption(of a vampire)
“It’s over.” That was the one and only thought in his head once the red haze lifted from his mind. His despair was so great that he didn’t even notice the two still-warm bodies without throats on the ground at his feet. In one terrible moment, everything he had worked for had come crashing down.
how to help a lemming
It is a well known fact that suicidals are mentall unwell. In teenagers this is due to raging hormones, ie: nothing important. In adults, it is real and potentially dangerous. It should be cured, or better, elimintaed.
Sickly
I am a beast of burden, since the day of my birth. I didn’t know how it happened, maybe it was fate, but I wasn’t given time to decide. At my birth blood poured from my eyes, my fingers, any whole it could. Every room I passed in the terminal ward the people grew instantly… Continue reading Sickly