

Replayits nights like these that replay in ur head...leave u with nothing..except what should have been said..and the voices are blurred but u can make out what their saying...its usless but comforting..they make it worth staying..Replay
and touchings a given, but it makes ur skin crawl...filled with false passion, but u see thru it all...and although u can see it, ur blinded with shame..heart beats right thru ur chest, but ur breathing stays tame...
u allow urself to forget while ur slipping away... to feel nothing and everything..for this price that u pay...and u love to feel this because it isn't quite foreign...the pains dul


Inflictedtheres no more to tell yet ur searching for somthing, imbeded in my mind...i assure u theres nothing, but my answers don't mean much, and nor do replys..so u sit calmly waiting...as if to reveal all my lies...Inflicted
but ur seach will turn faulty..while it hurts, u don't care, unsypathetic and more or less unaware, and the look in ur eyes now disolved, dull and blank, i let u keep going while my body sank...
don't think of me now...while im bleeding for u, while my eyes start to water..while i try to be new..when my hands start to shake, but i still can't let go..all this for u, and so much more u'll never know


Tears of Glassand she falls...when no ones there, and her hearts the first to hit... while she cowers over a puzzle where the peices don\'t seem to fit. and she knows that she\'s alone, because silence has become a sound, this isn\'t what she asked for, but this is what she foundTears of Glass
because when it rains it pours, with clouds around her eyes...drowing out her feelings, washing away her disguse. and she\'s laying in the puddles now, watching the stars burn out, smiling through the darkness, while she hates what lifes about
she can still remeber his face, lips pressed agained her neck, taste him in her mouth, he\'s somthing she w


Heres to -There\'s a hole in my wall, where he used to hang, i nailed him up there, to cover my pain, but i can\'t forget his eyes and they way they saw through me, to a mass of imperfection and everything i can\'t be..Heres to -
here\'s to the way, he got into my head...and highjacked my brain with everything he said..and his words came with ease..as i choked them all down...forced them down through my lungs with hopes they would drown
and here\'s to me..who hates how i feel..and forgets to wake up when dreams are sureal..who\'s still holding on with a grip far too weak..who wants to say everything but forgets how to speak
(hmm i can't spell... meh!) anyway, good luck with your works, i'll check out your gallery.
-burning
p.s. WELCOME TO DA!!!!
and boogerynoja -i like made up words.
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He's dead, Jim. kick him if you don't believe me.
What ever doesn't kill you, only makes you want to die.
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