Now gather round and let me tell the tale of Johnny Wise, and how his sweet wife Annabelle, did pluck out both his eyes. And if I tell the story true, and if I tell it clear, there's not a mortal one of you won't shriek in... (more »)
It's okay. I was never good enough for him, anyway The timing wasn't right, and we're too different ...But we were so perfect - I wish he saw it. Maybe in an alternate univers where he wasn't so cocky and I was thinner, prettier and he... (more »)
Maybe I thought you could love me because you don't know me and everyone who's known me has built up walls that keep me out. But even you miles upon miles away from my soul have managed to hide the key to my car and have locked me out... (more »)
In my life, I have found a friend, Who's never been out from the trend, But he's physically absent, I haven't even seen his face, I googled him, my time was spent; All I learned he's from cyberspace. I only see him 'cross... (more »)
I stand here now as I think of you, We used to be as one,- But now we are only two. Brothers and sisters are meant to be, 'cause if there's one thing I believe in,- It's family. We aren't meant to be seperate; Out of... (more »)
Nightmares were written in the world, consumed by every boy and girl. Night terrors were written in the sky; bloody screams, die! die! die! Spiders raging in my head, invested and imbed, but led it? Decaying cells and scattered thoughts.... (more »)
There was a girl who's life was perfect. Or that's what everyone else believed. Just because she thought it was better to give then to recieve. She actually was really depressed But there was nobody who could detect. (more »)
Production quick, Consumption quick, No pens that write. Only mouse-clicks Upon the faces To boundless places Where mind gets sick and can’t be fixed. Then you say, “It’s hard, I’m lazy. You want me to read?! You’re crazy!”... (more »)
On misty nights,
the solders come out to fight.
Guns in hand,
they kill the man and ride away out of sight.
Horses shrieking and men yelling
While good friends fall and die.
Sometimes you can still hear the sad old men... (more »)
Guilt It swallows me up inside The decisions I’ve made The paths I’ve choosen They all decide me Who I am Who I’m going to be All depends on two paths Right Or Wrong You want to take the right path You try But wrong is so... (more »)
are you happy now. now that the blade has become my best friend? now that my blood runs down my skin just as water from a faucet? are you happy now? to see what you have driven me to? now that all i can feel is the bitter coldness of... (more »)