The greatest sacrifice I had to make It’s burning me up from inside The hardest of choices I ever had to take My soul got crushed,and thus,it died With it’s last breath,my soul screamed for you But you pretended you weren’t there You smashed it under your feet,and you know that’s true But do you… Continue reading Fall to madness
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SHUT UP!!!
Please shut up. Can’t you see that you are annoying me. Bitch shut the fuck up, you drive me insane, you fuck up my brain, while I am in pain. I don’t get no gain from the torture you cause, can’t you put your mouth on pause. I’d love to torture you the way you… Continue reading SHUT UP!!!
your puppet
I Am You puppet. I’m Your Weapon. I’m Your killer. I’m Your murderer. I do what you say, No matter what I Do, I can’t Control myself.
Fear
fear is as grey as a cold winter day, it makes you stop and think, it makes you analyze your every move, thought, emoution, and deed. every word sprung from your mouth is cautiously examined and reheared. Fear freezes your blood and seizes the air from your lungs. It’s icy grasp tingles and resonates within… Continue reading Fear
backstabbing bitch
how dare you get off as being my friend? you fucking bitch, this friendship is at an end! don’t you fucking say you never said it cuz my teacher wouldn’t lie about this shit
Immoral Deceptionalist
Have you ever stumbled upon those souls who seem so troubled that you feel compelled to spend time with them? The time spent is not to help them or offer any form of guidance, but it is rather just to be in their presence for they emit such a force of hostility and raw power… Continue reading Immoral Deceptionalist
november rain
so many things about her I never knew she doesn’t understand that that I wish she had told me those little secrets but it’s too late now and the pages are already ashes
The Sandwich Salesman
Call me Arthur. My parents did and, rightly or wrongly, it has stuck since then. My mother was born in London in Nineteen Fifty-Three, my father, elsewhere and at a later date. People will tell you that to make it in a place like Melbourne, you need to be at least one of three things:… Continue reading The Sandwich Salesman