Sunday, February 27, 2011

I hate how i feel right now!

I despise you.

I despise myself.

I despise what we had.

I wish there wasn't ever a WE... oh wait there wasn't it was always YOU! FUCK YOU!

Monday, February 21, 2011

(no-title..yet)

I sing these songs for what I cannot say
So I fight these words
to keep the red a' bay.

The crimson hides behind these clouds,
and in the woods
thee purest shrouds.

But for what is thine reason for this mist?
The simplest counter
commenced, The kiss.

Maybe the pit, bitten many a times,
was bruised of the pangs of wretched teeth,
Or too many cuts by the sharpest knives.

You're gleaming a sharp lure
To the point where
Of a pattern sure.

These rivers flow fast down whilst
I drown burnt out
From this tight-ass gown.

Revive that flame
Save the night
Bring in the day
and Show the life within.