You tease me with your lies Enchanting me with your questioning “whys” “Why don’t you come along” “Here, why don’t you hit this bong.” “Come with us it will be fun” Don’t you see what you’ve done
AM I YOUR WHALE FOR YOU TO SPEAR? ARE YOU THE NEEDLE TO PIERCE MY EAR? IF YOUR THE HUNTER AM I YOUR FOX? ARE YOU THE KEY TO MY PRISON LOCKS?
Blood on the ground blood on the wall With this last drop of blood i begin to fall Slicing and dicing cutting and ripping My self worth gets less and my pride is stripping Closing the eyes as the weakness sets in Hoping and hoping this will b the end As the pool grows bigger… Continue reading demise
like the title says. what do i do. what do you do when youve hit rock bottom? when youve been kicked outta school because you are a hardcore procrastinator, when your mom keeps you around for the support money and when you have no concience?
I awaken…half living, The snow falls around me…onto the charred ground, I try to stand…slipping in a pool of dark blood,
ok, my apology sire…I’ll try to have a point with this one. I wonder how some of the people of this earth can do everything to make their lives worse and then say why me?