The tender sole I once knew was dead, Now in its place is a cold hard stone of remembrance over the mangled body of my beloved. No one knew what it felt like to have his cold hard fingers wrap around your body, But now I feel nothing, I feel as cold and as dark… Continue reading Beloved
Butterfly effect in a cocoon this serenade, a forgotten tune like a strange dream come true the colors fade to a sickly hue
Burning, quivering Staring into the junoesque Handsome face of oblivion Noticing the slight curvature In the features of her smile
I’m hovering between dead skies and bloody nights Haunted by the remembrance of your lies A caring, comforting kind of love. I swear I hate you to the skies above I feel so dead, cheated and used I cared so much and lies consumed. You never ended up All that which I expected you to… Continue reading Looking Back at 11:33 (Part 1)
Wasted Wasted Wasted I am wasted.
I guess the title gives it all away… Thats right we can all come back to a time in our life where hell was life and a care free was no were in sight. We are either like a care-free child or we can only know hell… even if we experianced both you can’t remember… Continue reading Somtimes things still haunt me
Why can’t we not be clean and take in his pride Why can’t we dream in his mind I am a liar Trust in me and all will fall in well
Defiled reunions Of deathly faces And decaying memories The fire of remembrance
They talked as they walked through the night. Persistent to the end his friend would question the actions he had taken over the last few weeks.