

Gifts?Tasteless and stale air is forced into my mouth As they drag me out the water...Gifts?
I didn't want them to take me from my liquid paradise I wanted to sink slowly into the depths of indifference.. Be released into the sanctity of the emptiness.
The humid breaths force my lungs to widen
to accomodate this intruder... I don't want my chest to heave with each living breath I am sick of the life that has been gifted to me... Not a gift of love... But one of revenge and retribution.
I am not real.
I am not loved, I'm not even seen... Who am i to refuse the g


untrueshadows in your life blocking out the light you try to hide your emotions but they are human, unavoidableuntrue
you laugh through sadness choking back tears then your sad for attention because, no one cares..
i thought i was like you changing for the amusement of others being everything else except myself
but i laughed at the idea i could be so untrue to everyone else, even myself thinking i was pure...
but, when i look into the mirror stare at my own eyes i see everything i try to be tears that no one else c


just... yanothe look in your eyes as you ruin my dream your voice is hard and emotionless as i see my life, crashing down,just... yano
right infront of my eyes...
cruel mocking LAUGHTER why would you do this to me? i was so excited... so happy and you said no you always say no... if you know something would make me happy you say no
you try to fix the blame on someone else but i can see in your eyes it is all your fault, your decision to ruin my plans, my future because you're stuck
in an unmoving and uneventful life i should of known
you


random stuffclear skies turning grey like the light in my eyes as my mind drifts far away without anything of senserandom stuff
who is going to save you
why will they
who makes you what you are
when will you realise your true love is right before your eyes
when i go
who will break your fall
when you lost your grip on trembling reality
ill ease your pain
and keep you strong without life
who will love you
when you're all dead
what will happen when life itself is ended  


start - stopFrom the begining to the end A story writes itself as the adventures unfold and this truth lies in life Decisions in our livesstart - stop
are they what we are stories waiting to be written and then when its finished
they place your story on the fire
for there is no-one here to read
How long is a piece of string it can be no longer than that of its own life nor shorter then its birth
we a forgiven for much that is done in life but are we forgiven for our own creation if we take alook at that piece if string and realise it is no different from us the


is it real?There is always a theoryis it real?
yet never an answer what really is there watching over us? guardian angels? or something else that we wish not to be
many theories spawn and dissapear maybe were playing a game of chess and we are the pieces we maybe puppets playing for our master are we really in control? or are we just doing as we're told? do we really have guardians or are we being killed off by an unknown enemy
a spirit of death
or shinigami's?...


your blood for your soulas i feel your warm skin rub against mine. and your heart beat speeds to an unsteady pace. I feel the fear in your heart as i move closer, hearing you breath deep and uncontrolable seeming to show your urge for freedom but at the same time never wanting to leave for your soul is now mine. closing in to your neck i see your eyes darken and you prepare your soul for the afterlife. As you ready to die and move on I fell your body become cold i drain the blood from your veins. and as your body becomes an empty shell i remove myself and the only marks you have are two holes on your neck. know that i feed upon your soul this night...your blood for your soul
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Don't pretend you care, when it's clear in your eyes that im insignificant to you.
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Don't be delicious.-------- alison
i hate mr. kawutshisface--------- caroline
I love the taste of windex and I don't care who knows it!!!---- me
My favorite words are grip and squeeze------ me
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Don't be delicious.-------- alison
i hate mr. kawutshisface--------- caroline
I love the taste of windex and I don't care who knows it!!!---- me
My favorite words are grip and squeeze------ me
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Don't be delicious.-------- alison
i hate mr. kawutshisface--------- caroline
I love the taste of windex and I don't care who knows it!!!---- me
My favorite words are grip and squeeze------ me
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~phoenixprincessdranz i'll always love you
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